We had spring weather for Christmas… 10+ C. and sun, sun, sun.
Two days later my mouth was frozen into an “O!” and my Facebook post confessed that “My face had forgotten what winter feels
The mountains of snow created by the ‘shovel-off’ from the 2ndfloor deck have begun on the first floor entryway/porch. Last year, they reached the height of the deck itself a full floor up. I remain ever hopeful that they stay mere hills this year while my muscles so far seem content with the reality.
The Facebook post had me thinking…
“My face had forgotten what winter feels like.” What else have I forgotten or not forgotten that has come back to me lately?
I have not forgotten the small bell and stocking that my paternal grandmother crocheted for me over 40 years ago.
One goes on my inside doorknob and the other on the outside.
The original bit of ribbon my mother tied on the loop to distinguish between my brother’s and mine remains in place.
Each year I seem to have forgotten and get to rediscover the marvel of “snow-quiet…” The gentle muting unlike any other that comes with a fresh falling.
I have not forgotten the warm sigh of a chilly bedroom and extra blankets on the bed…their comforting weight pulled over a burrow hole just my size.
The uniquely particular design of each miniature crystalline sculpture is a joy to recall each winter too, as I find myself face to, well…flake. It is trickier now with bifocals, but still, the wonder is there when examining the length of snow that has managed to balance on the line of a branch, on the top of a railing, or on the tip of mitten fuzz.
The blessings of winter are also not forgotten. The blessing of a roof, of people who care about me and love me; The blessing of cupboards that have delicious hot things for me to drink and warm myself from the inside out and the blessing of the proper clothing to wear for the weather.
Those things are not forgotten…and they are good to recall…and they are reasons for gratitude… because I also know that winter here is cold and that there is a reason that the song sings of a ‘bleak mid-winter.’ I know there are those who feel the cold…inside and out…and suffer for it in a variety of ways.
May my heart, strengthened and nourished so abundantly, be ever open, a refuge of warmth and respite and wonder, in this winter-time.