Diamonds in the Snow
How many snowflakes can you find?
It was -7F earlier, with a promise to reach 27 degrees. My cutoff for jogging is 20F. The ground has been blanketed with powdered snow, which Colorado is famous for. Even though I whine about driving in it during the making of such blanket, I have to admit: It is darn beautiful.
At 9 a.m. and 17 degrees, I decide no jogging. Whew. No to wearing layers and getting my new sneakers in snow piles. But I feel guilty about not exercising on the designated day. (Yes I have hang-ups.)
Leaving the house…
Another 30 minutes later, the sun does its shining and warms the air to a balmy 22F. In the Mile-high Front Range, we are closer to the burning star. When the sun is out, there is melting and relief from the cold. My beloved and I wrap ourselves up. We start on the usual loop, which is covered in blinding marshmallow Fluff snow.
I move and get used to the surroundings. Hey, this is nice. My sneakers kick up flakes and leave prints on the smooth, perfect snow surface. I envision bouncing as a golden retriever splashing in the white mist. (An ex once said I’d be a GR if I were a dog. A compliment, I figure.)
On the way home I see flecks, sparkles on the ground. Abundance of dots reflecting back sunlight. Diamonds in the snow. The beauty of nature. It reminds of the collective souls on Earth, each one is unique like a snowflake. We shine among each other.
As within, so with-out. Such splendor and grace also live in us. I think of our organs and systems, the elegance of the body as it supports the flow of life. I think of words and intentions, preferences, our gifts, what brings us joy. I think of the people we want to give to and love. So many possibilities to create and act upon.
Who knew a jog in the sunny freezer would bring much glee and insight? Bundle up and try it. Or perhaps you do it often? I know several die-hard outdoors people here! (Jessica A., Portia, Gail Storey…) Please share your thoughts and experiences 🙂
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People have begun their crazed pre-marathon training runs here, despite the bitter cold. And while I understand the need to ramp up the distance, etc. our sidewalks are still mounded with ugly brown snow and ice. Therefore….road runners. And they run BESIDE one another, chatting or listening to music. So crazy unsafe. I pass them and send them warm, happy thoughts about being smarter, safer, and ready for April 15th.
Nice you send them good juju. Perhaps the running warms them up. Marathoners are a different breed, accepting of all kinds of punishments… It inspires me that they are running on ice, in single degree weather, this year it’ll be extra significant, I’d imagine, to participate in the Boston Marathon. Personally I’ve done enough falling for a while. I stop and walk slow on ice over here.
Yes, we “shine among each other” like diamonds in the snow! The snow this season has been more crystalline than I’ve ever seen, ever. Something is happening, something wonderful! Love to you and with you!
Thank you, Gail. How interesting. I just assume it’s Colorado’s shaving ice from nature. So light and fluffy. (this was written before this new storm). Love to you too!!
So beautiful, Sue. It makes this asthmatic woman want to join so. Very much. Shine on!
I envision you walking Tig in the sun, kicking up some flakes. Indeed shine on 🙂
It makes me shiver thinking about it. I do shovel the drive most weekdays when needed. No running though. Long week. It is very pretty this powder snow. I like it best when the sun is shining. I don’t like it when it is gray.
The sun is my key word too. The flakes lose their sparkle on cloudy days and the fun gets cut in half. I think of abundance when I shovel…like yay I have so much. LOL.
“We shine among each other.” beautiful truth.
It was really lovely to see the sparkles in the sea of snow. Thank you, E!
Insight is often where we least expect it. Love the diamonds in the snow.
Thank you, Diane. I’m a fool of bling-blings.
Lovely insights, Sue.
Thanks. Glad you visited 🙂
Sue you tell a great story….love diamonds in the snow and how we are all each unique individual’s.
Thank you, Jessica. Was definitely thinking about your snowshoe-ing spirit when I wrote this!
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