when i was fifteen and eight

the weather matches my spirit these days. or is it that my spirit matches the weather?

snow storm 2013

the still and sparkle. the messiness that is left after hours of play. the wind proved by swirling flakes. hills that beckon us to use muscles we haven’t in a while. the magic of standing in a real life snow globe. the laughter that erupts from seeing piles so big. sun warm on faces while bodies are cold from a chair made of snow. corners of untouched snow that beg for us to fall in. the accountability of snow…every move is marked. no one can hide. it’s really hard to cover your tracks. there is safety in it.

snow storm 2013

naomi turns fifteen in a few days.

the next day eliza turns eight.

snow storm 2013

when i was eight i remember feeling safe during snowy weather…i could tell who had been where, i would pile under a pile of blankets and my parents would delight in the silliness of it.

when i was fifteen i remember feeling powerful and powerless all at the same time…a bit like the flakes that fall today. they go where they will, but when caught they disappear.

snow storm 2013

i’m grateful for the beauty of the snow, for the reminders of our strength. i’m grateful for days home with my family, for warm rooms that feel like all the home we need.

and i’m stunningly grateful for the two lives i’m reflecting on most. go team birthday marathon.

i have two scrapbooks to make. today. yow.

but i found this in my inbox this morning and i’ll go with this:

If you see to it each day that your conduct is impeccable, the following day will be completely clear, and you will be free to carry out your plans, always vigilant that you leave no loose ends. In this way, each new day will find you free and well disposed.

Omraam Mikhael Aivanhov

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