
It started snowing and snowing and it would definitely be a white Christmas. By the time everything was said and done we had between 6-7 foot of snow and were snowed in at the tiny abode in the middle of the woods. No doubt could this have been intimidating and frightening to most, presenting a situation where you are not in control. I have to admit there are a few things we can do better to prepare for the next time but given that this was a first, all tests were passed with flying colors. In my mind, it was exactly the Christmas that I needed and I, myself, cherished the silence. It will definitely be one I will always remember.
Christmas morning started in a pure Winter Wonderland as it snowed all through the night. I was barely up for 5 minutes as three Doe’s, followed by a Buck crossed within a few feet of my window. I saw it as a special gift and blessing. How magickal and what are the chances. Being snowed in brought much peace and time to really allow all stress and hustle to fall away. There was time for a special wooden puzzle that Santa had brought, and time for baking and watching movies. Time for naps and snuggles, and time for little home improvements that made a big difference and felt so rewarding and satisfying. Old valance’s with outdated floral patterns were dismantled and new sleeker, modern looking wood shelves with a black finish went up. What a difference. Finally a few days later, a trash run could be attempted, with two bags full of wrapping paper, household trash, and the old valance’s. Shovel in hand, trash in the other, plus a leashed Cinnamon, the first stroll through the Wonderland.
And yet later, sitting at the big window, sipping tea or coffee, there was a beautiful silence surrounding me. It was almost mesmerizing to watch the snow fall and alternate in size from regular to large fluffy flakes. But the shoveling though lol, and sadly I was pretty useless and no help at all. Despite of it all, finally the cars were freed and a path was plowed, courtesy of a courageous soul and a John Deere tractor. Bless his heart for beginning to plow at midnight that one particular night.
This Christmas has held a different meaning to me and something has changed, although I can’t quite put my finger on it yet to name it. Something is not the same anymore and while in reality it never is and we change from day to day, it’s perhaps the awareness of it that is bringing the different feel. Of being able to view life with a different lens. I’m not sure and for now I will say that this was a special little Christmas for me. And if you ask me as to why, you might end up getting a long winded explanation because I can’t pinpoint it in just one sentence.