Snowbound

It is the beauty of snow that stays with me. The soft snow bringing peace outside the window sent me into my library to pick the “Snow Falling on Silence” by Marina Raye CD off my shelf. Her music enhances the feminine voice of beauty in winter. Nature sounds float out from my computer penetrating my skin; settling inside where it is needed most.

Even though my experience of life is very different, I seek the book of John Greenleaf Whittier poetry on the shelf. I couldn’t possibly watch the snow filtering down from the white sky without thinking of Snowbound the poem learned in high school. It was truly learned so that it rises to the surface at times like this, so many years since I first read the poem.

Being snowbound is good for reading, thinking, cooking, and writing. Actually I even found time to clean out my closet in response to the message from the universe to be “letting go of stuff you no longer need…clothes, household items, attitudes and beliefs that no longer serve you.” I quote from Jyoti Wind’s Astro Update.
Paintings appear in front of my eyes when I drive through the forests into town for some real live people and talk after spending six days housebound. The forest shows up best when snow is on the ground. It is easier to see deep into the woods. The depth is revealed but the secrets remain her own.

Now that the roads are clear again I hear we are expecting another snowfall coming tonight. This time I’ll build a bigger snowman.