Montana has a history of holding Easter egg hunts in the snow. This year, our blessing came a little early, on Good Friday. This was the thick, wet, sticky stuff that sticks to the branches of the budding trees and puts a temporary blanket on the thirsty daffodils.
I think, however, that it’s a blessing, a clean, white morning page reminding us to clear the decks of old habits, judgmental thoughts and the places in our minds that need dusting. I’ve restarted my morning walks, deciding that no matter the weather, it’s my first priority. Not long after my feet hit the bedside carpet, I am dressed and out the door, eager to breathe fresh air, greet the dog walkers and renew hope for another day.
Today my thoughts range from the uphill challenge of simply greeting each day to understanding people’s hopes and fears, my own vulnerabilities and crossing over into making a miraculous lifestyle a habit. It’s on the uphill climb and in the overcoming where we become more authentic, shine a little brighter and expose our hearts to more love.
You are back! amidst the purifying, rarifying snows…always good to see a dusting at Easter..we get to ‘see’ the Purity of the season…
you sound renewed…yeay!
Lovely, Susan! I love those beautiful wet spring snows too,
Happy & grateful you are writing your blog again Susan. Snow Blessing is lovely, so very sincere. Love, Em
You are such an inspiration. My heart is feeling the love & appreciating my friendships. So thankful you are
blogging again for us challenges souls.
After reading this, I felt stronger and clearer! Immediately decided to abandon ‘unworkable’ projects in favor of enjoying the workable ones. Somehow your words brought a new awareness of reality and grace