The notes I handle no better than many pianists. But the pauses between the notes — ah, that is where the art resides. ~ Artur Schnabel
It’s snowing here in Scotland today – again – but the glow of gratitude I got from last week’s glimpse of spring and from welcoming friendly faces back to my blog has kept me thawed and glowing inside. The snow has already blocked roads, and my daughter’s long awaited dental appointment has had to be cancelled. But it’s all happening for a reason. I’ve no idea what that reason is, but it’s at times like these I play a toned down adult version of Pollyanna’s ‘glad game’, looking for the blessings in what seem like bummers.
- The snow has given me the excuse to stay in and post a few photos of the freak weather from December and January that had us snowbound.
- My article in The Kitchen Table Space last month describes a snowy day a few years ago when I actually loved being snowed in. If you haven’t rooted around in my archives or downloaded my free ebook, this old article is one of my favourites, a perfect tonic if your heart feels snowbound or you need a boost to get some spring cleaning done.
- I was at a funeral yesterday, supporting my dad. It was pretty bleak, and even though there were uplifting life lessons in it for me, I’m glad it snowed today and not yesterday. It wasn’t a place I’d like to be snowbound in.
- I’m feeling happy that I celebrated the sun and the stirrings of spring last week when I had the chance. I could so easily have missed them and the inspiration they brought.
- The snow back in December and January was so heavy and prolonged, today’s snowfall seems somehow manageable. (That’s our car in the photo above.)
- One day’s snow doesn’t create lethal icicles!
Writing about spring feels like a talisman, one that’s kept today’s bout of bleak weather from blowing my wee blogging boat off course as I tentatively start to sail set sail again.
This isn’t what I planned to post today, but what do you know…I now have some posts in reserve! Going with the flow hasn’t brought the sky crashing down on my head, either.
Does your writing ever act as a talisman to warm your heart? What – if anything – do you use it to ward off?