There is peace in snow. All white and soft, delicate to the tongue. There’s quiet to snow. Sometimes I hear a deep silence that gives my breath a pause as I take it in with a slow inhale, feeling the chill grab at my nose as it fills me up.
The Earth calls it down in sparkle and intricate design to shelter the green for Spring. Deepening the silence and inner time needed to rest, and hold still to the far reach of roots in the harbor of energy held to the core.
I imagine the winter of me held to my core’s fire. The red flow of blood pumping through all of me. That warm flame within nestled deep, holding energy in the quietude of my dreams and awaking.
Holding the awareness of vulnerability that is exposed in just Being naked and vulnerable to the elements as I let steep the fire of creation within me. Waiting.
It is the snow that shelters the vulnerable. All the white cold layers of protection in an illusion of austerity. For that is what the eyes perceive when life slows down to what seems a trickle and the fire within gives to a season of rest.
Snow gives completion to my season of quiet and peace. Wrapped in layers that guard me from over exposure. That remind me of the need to go within and find my solitude quietly brewing at my core of creative force.
I smell it coming. I feel my body ready for winter white.