So for the first time in my life I have been housebound due to the weather. It has felt like a gift, to be able to give myself permission to rest into the space of not having to go anywhere or do much, apart from shovelling snow, and enjoying that as well. As someone who did not grow up with snow, it still holds a magical charm for me. I suspect I am not alone in that. I love how the landscape changes and becomes so still and light.
I have also gone on walks and enjoyed the quiet of the woodlands, so gentle and light and soft. Seeing the light steps of the woodland dwellers, and tracking their paths. Falling into the snow and enjoying the softness of that, followed by the cold and oops …how am I going to get up! This is deep snow here. but I managed and felt in touch with the young, carefree part of myself that can sometimes feel so far away.
I have also been feeding the birds and enjoying watching their antics, and there is one blackbird that has become quite territorial. As the days go on more and more birds arrive and I feel that they are calling for their food, so lots of mouths to feed at the moment.
So while it looks as though it may be coming to end, I am going to enjoy my walks out, breathing in the fresh, crisp air and then the joy of coming back to a warm drink.