I woke at five this morning and decided right away that I did not want to leave my bed. I only half-slept after that, knowing deep down that the best thing for my mental and physical health would be to drag my ass out into the cold. But how could I possibly, when the sheets were so cozy? Then my husband shifted and gave me the gift of his snoring. Within minutes, I was under the blanket of the morning stars. One deep breath and I was assured that I had made the right choice.
By the time my pup and I returned home, the birds were up. Today the temperature was a balmy 30 degrees, and we were all happy for the change. I decided to do my morning stretches outside on the back deck. A light on in the house alerted me to activity within, and I wasn’t quite ready to relinquish my solitude.
So I sat and stretched and breathed. When I did a twist, something glinted and caught my eye. When I looked closer, I realized the whole deck was covered with a thin layer of ice. On top of the wood lay the most exquisite patterns etched in ice. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by beauty.
It would have been so easy to miss. I could have just walked across this canvas with my muddy shoes, unaware of the gift that was presented to me.
But I didn’t. I saw the gift and soaked up it’s delicate grace. I felt like Mother Nature created this spectacular work of art just for me, and I accepted it with gratitude.
It’s out there, all of the time, this beauty.
The only thing asked of me is that I open my eyes and see it.