Walk in the Snow

The deep snow has finally come to my small town. I watched it dance and turn the world white while I was safe in my snug pajamas eating pancakes. I could have rushed through my food with the mantra “that was stupid not to put the car in the garage” repeating over and over. Things like that happen to people with depression. This time as the thought of the car getting damaged came up I let it flow by. As the though of other people thinking how silly my husband and I were for not putting the car in a safe spot, I let it flow past. I simply enjoyed my food.

Once I was done I got dressed and bundled up for the snow. I didn’t really want to get my feet wet or get snow up my coat sleeves but since my husband didn’t feel good, I had too. I could have stomped around getting upset, but I didn’t. I breathed and stayed in the moment knowing I would just get right back into warm clothes in a few minutes. Walking to the car I listened to the sound of shoes on the snow. Smiled when the snow lakes tickled my eyes. I scooped almost a foot fall of snow from the passenger window with my coat sleeve.

To keep this short, once inside I took off my shoes and snow caked pants. My dog played with the ice and ate it so we enjoyed a moment as I threw it at her.

I had experienced life as conscious meditation.

This is possible when we learn how to set a few minutes aside each day to be aware of our breath and ground and center our being. Over time we become more aware of our surroundings and our thoughts which means we truly see ourselves.