On snow

It’s snowing today. The perfect snow too. Big fluffy flakes that have latched on together to give the illusion of giant snow flakes. And rather than fall they tend to float towards the ground.

When I was a kid my mom told me that snow was God’s love falling from the sky. While I never took that literally, I never seemed to care if it was true or not. It still changed the way I experience snow. 

Snow is my reminder of the love that exists for me. So the bigger, the fluffier, the more of it there is, I find myself equally overwhelmed by love. I just have to look at it and I get this dopey smile. 

I think it’s why I love winter so much. And why playing in the snow seems to bring a deep healing to my being. When I am waist deep in fresh snow, I am consumed by love.

There are times when truth is important. And there are times when the tall tales are as good as truth for the joy and peace they bring.