I may have been told more than once that I talk too much. So to spare my family and friends much turmoil, this blog was created. Tales of Wonder. Tales of Woe. Often of heartache and love. Stories about my special needs son and my spunky daughter. Moments of Joy and Hope and stories about what I would do differently if given the chance. Stories that only I can tell. Here you find a little of everything. And you will want to return for more.
Friday, December 13, 2019
Walk With Me
I welcome the night. I welcome the stars and the moon. I even welcome the drop in temperature. I welcome sleep and the restoration that occurs when I shut off my mind for few hours. I welcome the peace that sweeps over me.
Winter in Minnesota can be brutal. I can't pretend that it isn't. Even just today, an almost blizzard hit mid day when I was running errands. I exited my car to fill the tank with gas and the wind hit me hard and fast. But then I saw the evergreen trees and the giant slow falling snowflakes. The silence, even while in a gas station parking lot, was immense. Beauty surrounded and I took my time to enjoy the sights before me.
I have never enjoyed any winter activities. I don't snowmobile, I don't ice fish, and I do not ski. I enjoy winter walks, but on well plowed paved paths and when the temps reach 30+ degrees. But one thing that I have found that I enjoy is solitary winter walks. Walks where I can see my breath. Walks where the moon seems to be so close, that I could actually reach out and touch it. Where the stars shine so brightly, they always light my way home.
My son and daughter have learned to appreciate the beauty of winter even though they have yet to find comfort in the freezing temperatures. Within the next 24 hours it will be in the negative temps again. The windchill will make it even worse.
Tomorrow, we will celebrate our family Christmas. My husband's side of the family will gather and share a meal and wonderful treats. We will give and receive gifts and we will enjoy the time we have together. Cousins will race and play until they can't race and play any longer. Adults will laugh and share stories of Christmases past. And at the end of the day, when we return to our own homes, smiles will linger, stomachs will be full, and contentment will remain.
These cold days are days to be treasured. Adventure can be found around each corner. And tomorrow night, will not disappoint. Even as the temperatures dip, a walk will need to take place. Sometimes I believe the stars and moon beckon me. The silence of a moonlit walk can be the perfect end to a beautiful day.
So join me, near and far. Take that walk, wrap up in your scarf and mittens. Pull your hood close and locate your boots. Let's take in all that this winter has to offer. Enjoy the silence. And report back about the joy you found in a solitude winter walk.
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