Welcoming the Snow

IMG_0539The snow has begun to fall on this late date in December, 2015. It’s soft, delicate cascades from white sky bring me peace and nostalgia. It has been a complicated year, but there is nothing complicated about pure white snow as it falls gently to the ground.

The snow was one of my favorite things about moving to Utah. I imagined I would be able to enjoy four seasons and playfully throw snowballs, make snow angels, and wear some kick-ass boots as I trudged to class at the U of U. And I did just that.

When I moved here, I could not have envisioned my life as it is–a wife, a mother, a district administrator, a doctoral student, an advocate for social justice, a leader in many respects. I love my life. I have made a beautiful world with my husband and son.

There are also challenges, we all have them, and they are all unique. Family drama, money management, all the usual, have been part of my life. Balancing responsibilities and time for joy, these are still very real challenges but I readily embrace them because the joy matters. Health concerns have plagued me over the years and the diagnosis of MS in the middle of this amazing life was a devastating blow–how would this set me back?

Yet, here I am, two years since my any major flare up and I am strong and all feeling has returned to my right side, although accompanied by stiffness. I am still tired, but I am thrilled. I still make it to the gym a few times a week and do my yoga at home. There is nothing of which I am not capable. The snow reminds me of this as it clears the air and cleans my dirty little car and ushers in a joyful chorus of holiday music.

This new snowfall means a new year is approaching. And we are still here together to make the most of it.

So, it’s time to snuggle up and sit by the tree or the fire and a loved one and give thanks that you are together and you can keep each other warm. I know that’s what I am going to do tonight. I am so thankful for the man who has supported me through this year and my adult life and helped me to create a life even more beautiful and more unique than the most precious snowflake.

New Life

Cold falls down onto

stiffening solid snow protecting

soft fragile ground.

Seeds dream,

waiting for sun to come

but not too soon.

They need time and

space and the songs of birds to

lull them from their snow-sleep.

Ice carves room to

reach the resting pods filled with


Melted by underground springs

cold water nourishes rather than freezes,

baptizing new life.