I was on a hike last week...snow, sunshine, mild temperatures, no wind...I've included a picture of the trail, Santa Fe National Forest.
The group I was with, everyone agreeing about how beautiful it all is and feeling fortunate for the experience!
Two of us from Chicago, we were discussing how...we might have stayed back in our hometown if the winters would've been like this!
Funny how you live what you learn, one man's trash is another man's treasure, beauty is in the eye of the beholder and so on...
Growing up in Chicago, the winter, snow and cold temperatures meant all kinds of things to me, unfortunately, nothing that I liked.
*having to wear more and more clothing yet still feeling the cold
*forgetting to give myself that extra time needed to clean off my car and warm it up
*scary dangerous driving, always car accidents
*the season lasting about six months including no sunshine
*piles of gray, dirty, slushy snow, several feet high, shoveled up on every corner
*injuries, slips and falls due to ice
*heart attacks from overexertion shoveling snow
*death of those with no access to heat, including animals
*over extended plow trucks having to work way too early and way too late for too many days in a row and going on little sleep
And so on.
Now I'm seeing winter in a whole new way, experiencing it with compassion.
I think what amazes me the most is how I've been caught up in my own interpretation, view, perception and association that I have not allowed myself opportunities, missed out on pleasure and joy and variety, limited my experiences. This world, the people, so expansive, so many possibilities.
Definitely going on another one of those hikes!