The world we live in, will not just give us a quiet place.
So if that is what you need, I’d like to help you with that.
Any time, day or night. Your mind, body and spirit will thank you.
The world we live in will not give us a quiet place
to be, we have to find it for ourselves.
My hope is that this little video will
help us to find that quiescent place.
A quiet place to rest our body, our soul,
and our spirit, if only for a moment.
My gift to you. A few moments, in a quiet place.
If you enjoyed this time of Quietude, you can find more on YouTube at DeborahSPC
Spring is really trying to get here.
It comes for a moment, or even a day.
Only to retreat and bring more of the frozen stuff.
But there is hope on the horizon.
Spring does come every year.
It’s just years like this that make us all the more grateful for it.
About a year ago, I posted this video. The days were gray.
The days are gray now as well. This year the gray days are prolonged.
Just enough teasing sunshine in between to make the gray days even more miserable.
I’ve found though, that joy and peace can be found in those days, regardless.
So it is my hope that this little video will help you find some joy and even peace in your day.
Just remember, Spring IS on the way.
Here it is. Changing it’s mind yet again.
Winter wonderland.
Blank canvas.
Then today. Oh what a beautiful morning!
More snow later in the week.
Spring is out there somewhere. Waiting. I am certain.
Until then – a mix and match is what we get.
My Grand son told someone the other day that ever since he’s been on social media, that I, his Grandma, have been taking photos every day of the same thing.
Well yes. I have. Mostly. But here’s the thing;
Here in the Mid-west, in the Mississippi River Valley, it may BE the same thing, but it never really LOOKS like the same thing.
For example; lately we have been in a polar vortex that has given us many days in a row of well, meh. But you can even see some beauty in the meh, if you look for it.
Then after days and days of this meh, you may wake up to find more of the same, or you make wake up to find something quite glorious;
Something so cold, and beautiful that if makes you happy for the glass between it and you. But I must say that even though it IS freezing, the beauty of it all does warm my heart, if not my hands and feet.
So you see, the same thing, is not really the same thing.
And you know what? In one months time, the same thing, will not be the same thing all over again.
This tiny video might not look like much
But please, let me tell you why I left it here.
You may have heard of 2019’s polar vortex?
Well, here in the mid-west, we appear to be right in the middle of it.
I’ll bet we’ve have had more snow in the last month, than in the previous ten years.
Snow is one thing. But then there’s the ice. Hidden discreetly underneath that beautiful layer of snow.
Here is what happened yesterday;
I went out to shovel an inch or two of fluffy snow off the drive. (It’s a long drive with quite a bit of slope)
Shoveling along, and forgetting there were long patches of ice on one side. (At the top)
Boom. Flat on my back. Standing up was a trick, because it was solid ice, and about a half an inch thick!
I finally got back up, determined I was unhurt, and proceeded shoveling where I knew there was no ice.
When suddenly, Boom. Down to my knees. (Half way down the slope) This time I couldn’t get up, so I had to slide further DOWN the hill, so that I could find a not icy spot to get UP the hill! (Glad we live where we do so I didn’t have an audience!)
You know, sometimes, if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry. So laugh I did. And I quit shoveling for the day.
Now my husband, who hates snow, and just had shoulder surgery, thought it was all pretty funny.
Here’s what HE did;
He replied on Facebook to our daughters post talking about how thick the ice in her drive was. She was talking about wanting to make “snow angels”, he told that I was in the drive making “snow angels” of my own.
My reply to that was that it was more like “snow sprawl” and “snow crawl”.
This quickly de-generated into a much less flattering comment from him. Some about doing the “croppie floppie”. Oh. Brother.
Can I say that even for someone who loves snow as much as I do, that I am done.
Well done.
ANother batch of undetermined size is just beginning here now.
Complaining about it of course won’t help.
And if you don’t laugh, you’ll cry.
