A glorious snowfall this day in mid Michigan. My heart rejoices.
I encourage everyone I encounter to let love and thanks for the beauty of the snow fill their own hearts with warmth. Maybe if the snow feels wanted, she will keep showing up.
We can’t just keep losing the living contours of nature. Otherwise, we will lack the true beauty able to reassure us that the world is a place of wonder and good.
As my 3 year old says: “happy a snowing!”