solstice snow angel

Somewhere between first and second breakfast this morning, I relaxed into one of my favorite inspirational books ,  Rob Brezney's Pronoia.  At 4:22 a.m. EST, our Earth ship had magically navigated herself through that section of 
her tilted orbit that leaves us northern inhabitants experiencing the longest night.  Winter officially begins, but now the days slowly begin to lengthen. For our ancestors, it was the return of the Sun, the Source needed to create and sustain Life. 

So I'm reading about allies of the conspiracy of Pronoia, Rob's word for understanding the Universe is fundamentally friendly. Our allies for this conspiracy he writes are "sacred janitors, benevolent pranksters, apathy debunkers, lyrical logicians, ethical outlaws, aspiring masters of curiosity, homeless millionaires, humble megalonmaniacs, hedonistic midwives, lunatic saints, sly optimists, mystical scientists, dissident bodhisattvas, macho feminists, and socialist Libertarians who possess inside information about the Big Bang."

Just earlier I was wondering when I would shovel the 4 inches that accumulated during the night. I'd read first I decided. Then I hear IT. Someone is shoveling outside. I keep reading, but the shoveling is getting closer and closer to my front door. I look out my bay window and see a stranger shoveling my front walkway. I stare and stare, wondering who this is, what reason does he hold to, performing this selfless act.

So here he is, my solstice snow angel, cleverly disguised as my friend Pepe Vega. Thank you Pepe for proving the Universe is a friendly place and for inspiring me to Shine like the returning Sun! 

an inch an hour

There's nothing like a good blizzard to activate humility. There's a cardinal at this feeder right now, he knows there's sunflower seeds under there and he's at my mercy to do the uncovering. At least I can control something here. I forgot to do this little chore for the feathered ones when I shoveled a path to the wood shed. 

I went out in the whirling winter weather dirvish before 8:00 am this morning to have breakfast with my sisters. I was sure there would be very few people there, but the place was hoppin. There was a little girl all dressed up in her sunday best, having breakfast with her mom. She had intended to go to the Grand Rapids Ballet's performance of the Nutcracker with her class and it had been canceled. When I came home, I was unable to get up my drive until I had shoveled a two track. 

My first client of the day called in today to cancel her appointment. She did her best to get here, but got stuck on her street. That she was willing to give it her best and got out into the insanity of "an inch an hour"  for her session, was a surprise. I took it as a sign that I needed to post my first blog about life being the master of surprise. It is yet to be determined if the rest of my scheduled clients make it in today. 

I talked to my daughter earlier. She and her husband have been living in Southern California, and have recently moved to Milwaukee. They are "buried" as she put it. No longer to be bored by predictable weather, she is thrilled to be living with the moody midwest. 

Better go out there and uncover the seeds for the birds. And I think my 2:30 may be here.