Growth Under the Snow

Mar 6th, 2018 | By | Category: Articles, Uncategorized, Yvonne Ryves

A week ago we had snow, not the usual wet, gone in a day stuff but real snow, dry, deep snow, the kind you can make into igloos and snow sculptures. This is really unusual for us and we are not geared up for it in any way. So unusual was it for it to snow for several days, shortly followed by a storm that brought blizzards,  that we were given a red weather warning and a curfew from 4pm to 6pm the following day with instructions to stay in the house. This was given to save lives and keep us all from trying to drive through snow drifts and compacted snow, after all I live in a country where the predominant attitude is ‘Sure it’ll all be grand’. People stocked up on essentials, bread for some reason being the most sought after item, shops, schools, hospitals, doctors surgeries, universities, gyms etc all closed down and buses and trains ceased to run. We all survived.

Two days ago it began to thaw and we could at last get out gate open and escape for a walk. This was the first time I had really appreciated how high the snow drifts were and how impossible it was to even think of digging the car out. Enjoying the fresh air and the new views of snow covered fields I decided to do a signs and omens walk, something I do often. Asking for insight I walked paying attention to whatever caught my eye, a bank of bedraggled daffodils,

yellow broom rising from snowy banks

and green grass peaking out of snow covered fields. In other words I was shown how resilient nature is and how beneath the deep blanket of snow plants were still blooming, still growing.

This was a timely reminder during a period where it seemed as if everything had come to a standstill. Even I had retreated into stillness enjoying the quiet time, time to spend with myself and my husband. I could have worked or even written something, I could have created art  but instead I stopped. I watched the world outside and by doing so saw a snipe, an unusual winged visitor to these parts and spent time enjoying three young rabbits playing in the snow outside my log cabin. By watching I learnt that it isn’t rabbits that dig into the wood chip in my stone circle but a magpie searching for treasure or food, something I would have missed completely if I hadn’t been still.

Today I am going to try and take the car out, to replenish supplies but there is part of me that is resisting this, the part of me that enjoyed stopping totally for the last six or seven days is reluctant to let go. But like nature I too am resilient, in the stillness I am aware I too have been growing, growing in my awareness of the need to be still, take time out, to watch and not do. A good lesson and one I hope I remember as the county and all in it returns to normal.


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