Snow pours down.
The flakes swirl and twirl in the wind and quickly coat every surface.
Accumulate.
Pile up and frost the world white as if some unseen hand tips endless snowflakes from the basket of the universe high above.
All the action emphasizes the silence.
How could this riotous scene happen without some noise,
Some rush of snowflakes pouring out of the sky,
Some crash as they hit the frozen ground again and again,
But only white silence.
This movement is seen by an observer sitting,
Breathing a physical form.
Accumulate your physical being now.
Literally,
Remember your body,
Its parts and its whole,
From feet to legs,
Waist to chest,
Arms to hands,
Neck to head.
Consider what feelings float and crash down into your awareness.
Land softly or harshly on the surface of your consciousness.
Belief,
Resentment,
Sadness,
Gratitude,
Anxiety,
Hope.
Each feeling is distinct from the other,
Just as each snowflake is uniquely different.
And even as the air seems full,
There is room,
Space between all the flakes,
As spirit pervades all the spaces in our lives,
Both separating and joining every act we make,
Every word we speak,
Every breath we take.
May you today feel the spaces in between.
Your gift today is pouring.