This day was a kaleidoscope of emotion. Morning gratefulness turned to a bit of attitude, thankfully interrupted with joy from a helping hand, childish delight while savoring heavenly carrot cake and profound peacefulness discovered with shovel in hand.
The neighborhood was still. No sirens or cars. The street light shimmered on the new blanket of white. I was alone and surrounded by space unbroken. New flakes were unseen. A white dusting was found when I looked back where I had been. The heavy weight on the branches starting its journey downward. A rhythmic flow to the shovel seemed like music.
I had a short wonder of what might disturb this tranquility… just then a garage door opened and my neighbor began her own time of solitude. I finished and called out, “Peace.” She did not hear – her own trance had already begun…
True silence is the rest of the mind, and is to the spirit what sleep is to the body, nourishment and refreshment. ~William Penn