hidden gems in the storm

The snow was falling wildly and we were cozied up inside.  There was no place to be except exactly where we were.  Grateful for the roof above our heads, the heat to keep us warm, and the laugher of loved ones bringing so much joy.  

We watched movies, played games, and I even got in some knitting.  We settled in and appreciated each other.  We spent the time together creating memories.  

What I love most about snow storms is the way it slows everything down.  Reminding me to breathe and be exactly where I am.  All plans for the day wiped away.  Comfy clothes and slippers.  Hair a mess and no rush to get anything done.  

It is a blessing to have this time.  To just be as we are.  

As this storm blew in I thought back to the many storms I experienced when I lived alone.  A different kind of peaceful as I hunkered down with a book in hand.  I always drew open my curtains and pulled my couch toward the window so I could watch the show mother nature was putting on.  White glistening flakes covering the ground one at a time.  A work of art being created right before my very eyes.

Sure there is aftermath of the clean up after, but no need to worry about that as the flakes fall.  Now is the chance to settle in.  Hold hands.  Snuggle under a blanket.  Dive into a good book.  Do anything that calls to you.  

And as the storm brewed and the wind howled we did just that.  We slowed down, dozed off, and created.  Beautiful simplicity.