Pray to the Moon when She is round,
Luck with you will then abound,
What you seek for shall be found
On the sea or solid ground.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Wandering (not far): The Language of Snow

Today, after exercise, I had a choice. The family is gone: computer, books or... outside?

After a moment's hesitation -- nay, temptation -- I donned the snow bibs, turtleneck, wool socks, boots, scarf, hat, mittens... 

and I shoveled snow for two hours.

Placid, quietly talking to myself(?), I had developed a smooth, meditative rhythm which I did not notice until the High Priest came out to assist. I watched his short, rapid, economical movements in stark contrast to my long, paced, sinuous dragging. He was deeply invested in efficiency. He was there to remove snow. I recognized then that I was not. I was there to be with the snow. I was visiting in Snow territory. My aim was immersion: What is required to learn the quiet language of Snow?

The family reappeared not long after the High Priest had joined me & they all wielded shovels, making quick work of the very large lot. I suppose I could have felt deflated by the fact that they out-shoveled me in less than half the time...

but I was utterly satisfied.

A gratuitous photo of fungi & snow. (Because I cannot help myself.)
A gratuitous photo of fungi & snow.
(Because I cannot help myself.)


The Acorn Cabinet said...

You write so well! I really enjoy your style of writing and I can definitely relate to the feeling of wanting to just "be" with nature.

Moma Fauna said...

Thank you Cait, words are itchy things I just need to scratch off.
I really enjoy simpatico: Did you realize that as I was writing to you on your blog, you were here writing to me? I love that! My friends & I call that that the real Woo.

nature said...

such a fresh view you have, very thoughtful observations and reflections.. and gorgeous photo.

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