A blizzard blanketed our city in frozen beauty and wintery silence this week. Thanks to the salt truck, our street was completely impassable from the first night of the snowstorm as the driver took out three telephone poles and ripped down all the wires along our street here in Bethel Park, Pennsylvania.
We werent’ able to stick it out for the full 6 days our area was without heat or power, but for those first two days… the enforced solitude, icy perfection and welcome silence were just amazing. This is actually a shot of our street… buried under 2 feet of snow. :) Winter is difficult, and it wears on the soul as well as the body. However, Winter is also a time of gathering self, contemplation, magical transformations, rest and silence which comfort and strengthen us in ways we hardly perceive. All too often in our busy lives we don’t make time for silence, solitude, introspection or contemplation in general… gifts which Winter provides us with each year, yet we seldom appreciate them. I miss the warm Sun of Summer, the giddy joy of Spring, and even the fruitful bounty of Autumn… but for now, I’m drinking deep of Winter’s hushed beauty and wondering what new gifts of spirit may blossom after this seemingly barren season passes.