Warmth under a Blanket of Snow
It feels like eternal snow here in Lansing…
Allowing the snow to be a blanket (warm, snug, fluffy), because it persists in tugging on my awareness like a toddler pleading, “Mom, Mom, Mom…”
Choosing to change all word meanings toward the concepts of “warm” and “knit.”
My JoyBug looked tucked into a soft white blanket, before I woke her to create a day together.
Sitting in a cafe, near the corner of two fully-windowed walls… Six inches from the sidewalk snow blanket.
Giving thanks I’m in a place where we are warm and safe indoors most of the winter. And where we can buy wool sweaters instead of raising sheep, shearing them, washing, carding, spinning and knitting the wool.
And where I can enjoy tea leaves from halfway across this globe, prepared for me for a few dollars.
Abundance, warmth and knitting are the words of the day. Even if I never pick up my knitting needles & wool.
So, how are YOU?