The Bologna Blog

Snow

Knee deep in white stuff here in St. Louis. Getting my Christmas "feels" on. Snow is always so romantic when visited from inside a warm and cozy place. It brings the inner child out of your soul. Who doesn't want to throw a snowball at the passersby? Or build the perfect snowman? At least until the bones begin to ache from the coldness. There is always something thrilling to be found in the snow.It is as if snow has the capacity to open hearts that have long been walled off. People are a little less grumpy when they allow the snow to captivate their hearts, put away the everyday cares, and wallow in the beauty and serenity of the scene.
As a child there was nothing more fun than waking up early, wrapping myself in a blanket parked in front of the tv or radio, and waiting for them to announce the school closings. Mom always had the hot chocolate ready and cheers could be heard throughout the neighborhood if we were called. It is one of my favorite memories. Today the joy is lessened by the numerous robo calls from schools. And then there are the parents that fight on social media, and I mean fight, on whether it was good to call off school. The old argument of "in my day they never called off school and I had to walk 20 miles in a blizzard" versus the "please save my child from having a snowflake touch their nose" is embarrassing for both sides. Live in the moment people and enjoy the grace of the blanketed earth. Enjoy the gentle pause in time to rekindle and rejuvenate. Reconnect with loved ones while strolling through the snow. Work, school, bills, shopping, and stress will still be there tomorrow. Accept this sweet gift of time.