As I sit huddled under a blanket and reading a book, I look out the window at the piles of snow that have collected around the house and up pops a memory from somewhere deep within. When I was in my teens, I had an evening job at the mall…B.Dalton Books, I think, or the calendar kiosk they set up at Christmas–I cannot remember which. At that time, I lived with my parents in the country–rolling hills and small-laned gravel roads that were typically deserted on cold, winter nights. One night as I was driving home from work, snow began to fall. As a new driver, I was terrified of sliding off the road. I remember my heart was beating really fast and my hands gripped the steering wheel as I drove. I was probably going only 15 mph, so I don’t know what I was afraid of…if I had to guess, it was likely just pent-up anxiety from working retail at Christmas. Anyway, the snow began falling a bit heavier and just then an enormous buck walked out of the woods and stopped in the middle of the road to stare at me. I stopped the car and stared into the eyes of that deer in awe and disbelief. Of course, I had seen deer before, but this felt personal. Time stood still and suddenly the space around me became magical and mystical. I have no idea how long I sat there. The silence of that experience was so deep. I still remember that feeling. The feeling of communion.
This is one of the blessings of winter, the time to be idle, wrapped up and cozy, allowing the mind, memory, and imagination to wander. I hope you are taking advantage of this time to BE.