Some people complain about the snow. I used to be one of them. Until the day after my daughter died. In my grief and need to get out of the house, I went for a walk in the dark of the night. It was snowing, the beginning of another significant New England snowstorm. There was but an inch or two on the ground. As I walked, I noticed the quiet of the night. The peacefulness. The purity and cleanliness of the freshly falling snow. As I gazed toward the Heavens, wondering where my little girl was, if she could see me, if I could connect with her, the cold snowflakes mixed with my hot tears.
I smiled. Snowflakes are like kisses from Heaven, I thought. Delicate. Gentle. Sweet. Soft. Pure. Full of love, light, and fresh from the Heavens. The freshly fallen snow was as cleansing as my tears were that night. I've never quite looked at snow the same way again. Like most things in life, it's all about perspective.
Today, while shoveling the nearly 30 inches of fluffy white snow, I allowed myself to fall into the snow, backward. I sunk into the fluffy, white snow. I gazed upward at the still falling snow, giggling. I felt so safe and peaceful enveloped in the softness of the snow. It was mesmerizing. It felt like... love. I listened once again to the silence of the snowfall. I smiled and made the deepest snow angel I've ever made.
So next time you are lamenting the snow, get in touch with your inner child. Go outside. Take a deep breath. Savor it's beauty and perhaps, make a snowman or snow angel. Gaze to the Heavens and accept those kisses from Heaven! Open your heart to love from above.
Not only is snow cleansing for the mind, the air, and the soul, one cannot make snow angels with out all those kisses from Heaven! What a perfect recipe. Love from the heart and love from above, all wrapped up in purifying peace.
The one pictured here is one of my finer snow angels, made a few years ago near Meghan's Angelversary. It's made of kisses from Heaven. It's full of love.