When the snow blankets the earth, it can feel restrictive, compounding, heavy. Large amounts of snow can be confining and limit many things, covering up the freedoms and fanciful activities of the world. Snow can be a mighty burden for many, especially those already wrestling with weighty issues.
Yet the snow is a playground for many who love to be out in it. Snowmobiles, igloos, snowball fights, sledding, and building snowmen bring joy to those who aren’t overwhelmed by the sting of cold or the depth to which one might sink as they traverse.
There are both blessings and burdens of snow in my view. The shoveling and removal is painful, but the quiet peace it brings is comforting. I love that there is a silence in winter, which comes after a heavy snowfall, a silence that cannot be known in summer.
I enjoyed the day sleeping with my children and husband nearby. I felt no guilt “sleeping the day away” as some might say. I enjoyed catching up on much-needed REM time and relaxation. The silence provided by the blanket of snow was welcome Friday and gave me enough energy to have a fully active day on Saturday.
In the past, I would have loathed myself for sleeping so much, but today, I’m grateful for the opportunity, for the silence, for the peace. That’s so who I am now; needing sleep, cherishing peace. That’s so me.
Momma Rich's 