I'm loving all of the snow we have been getting! While I'm usually a downhill skiier only, I'm going to take up cross-country skiing this year because they have many courses for it in the woods around here. Meanwhile, I've been snowshoeing.
All of this snow makes me so glad I left my big East Coast city. Mountain life in a small town does my spirit good. I love watching the elk and moose in the evenings as I soak in the hot tub while watching the stars.
I like how snow covers the ground as a new start. Yes, it covers much beauty and the Aspens are now bare, but it covers everything, even the dying and decaying. I think of this season as being full of life, but I have always been a Winter Baby.
In my personal life, I have had my own snowfall lately and it is covering the ugliness the church and family have left with their reaction to my being gay. Maybe when spring comes, some new and unexpected flowers will bloom in the hearts of my loved ones and they will learn to love me as I am, gayness and all. That is my hope for Spring. I have to have that hope.
For now though, I will enjoy the heck out of the snow and the season of newness it brings. I guess most don't equate winter as a season of newness, but it is for me this year. It is covering past pain that is hard to remember as I frolic around an play in the snow. I have hopes that when this cold milk dust melts away, so will the church and my loved ones' anger at my gayness. If not, I can't worry about that now. I have too much white, fluffy stuff begging for romping and jumping!