A Quiet Invitation

A long-awaited breath offered by Snow.

We’re in Narnia once more.

The quiet blanket of fresh snow feels like a refuge and solace from the tumult of this month.

So much change.

So much death.

So many opportunities to begin anew.

To write a different story.

After a busy week of juggling appointments and trips back and forth from LA, holding spaces for grief, I’m relishing the stillness and invitation of an open day without meetings or gatherings to attend to.

Snow invites me to pull my energy inward for reflection and to restore my depleted tank. The Tree ancestors surrounding me are donned in their winter frocks. Wind has gone elsewhere to play and create mischief.

The rhythmic drumming of melting icicles on our back patio is all I hear. No birds. No barks. Just a steady heartbeat keeping time.

Even in holding the painful political events of this week, I feel a soft warm joyfulness in my core, humming and undulating through my belly. A joy that comes from feeling my aliveness in this moment.

We get to change. To choose differently, show up differently. To experiment with how we can anchor more love here on this planet.

And experience holding the tension between our limited humanness and the mystery of this ever expanding universe — duality and non-duality — with more graceful allowance.