It was the morning after a snow storm. The evening before I had hosted dinner for 20 brave souls of my family who ventured out when most people in the city hunkered down at home. It was a fun time, reminding us that this is just what winter is like here: 20 cm of snow. It felt like we were all bonded together in a small cabin in the woods.
Early this morning I had the same sort of feeling, of being safely inside my own ‘cabin’ in the middle of the woods as I snow shoed all alone in my forest. After a snowfall I often go to the forest to stomp down all the small walking trails in the forest to ease walking. For me its such a special time I try to be the first one out on the pristine snow. I hadn’t intended to be out long so I was totally surprised when I checked my watch and saw that an hour had passed. Time had stopped for me as I was in my element, and not just because of the beauty of the forest, but because of the power of simply being present to my own body as I was doing what I loved: all those repetitive steps, stomp, after stomp, and breathing in all the beauty around me. I could have carried on all day it felt so peaceful and solid in my body. A very grounding and beautiful way to start the day being so absorbed in something I love.
