The first fall of snow is not only an event, it is a MAGICAL event. You go to bed in one kind of a world and wake up in another quite different, and if this is not enchantment… then where is it to be found?
J. B. Priestley
Yes, it snowed for the first time this latter part of the year. I was surprised, not having even an inkling that it was on its way. Awoke to take FurButt for her morning constitutional only to find that I would indeed need my boots, coat, hat, and scarf.
It was absolutely delightful!
With First Snow, everything looks different, smells different when it’s snowing. There is a calm, a hush that permeates the air, my soul. I feel more grounded, less stressed, more open. Excitement for the season ahead rushes through my veins and I ponder cookie recipes and get out pen and paper to log Christmas gift ideas.
First Snow. Enchanting.
Magical indeed.
Someone remind me of this when I forget at about the 13th friggin’ damn stupid snowfall and I’m sick of shoveling and where the hell are my boots anyway who thought it was a good idea to live here oh my god where are my gloves…
… and here’s a hug.
Edge-y, joyful, pondering…
Lisa
Intuitive Healer & Spiritual Guide
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