Say what we will about the annoyance and agitation that any and all snowstorms may conjure at this point in the season, this recent snowfall was nothing short of spectacular, especially in the way the snow clung to all the branches and the wind left everything alone to be seen the following morning. On that day, my commute became a thing of wonder, and I was reminded of how beautifully haunting winter can be. That beauty was spellbinding, and it stilled the morning in the best way. Many times nature will lead one into mindfulness, forcing us to pause and take in the moment.
Here, in the hushed air of winter, when wind has decided to join the silence and put down its , we find the makings of mindfulness, I think of the Buddhist monks who can meditate in the snowy mountains of Tibet, seemingly unaffected and unbothered by the cold or precipitation, calmly finding their focus, generating all the heat they need in their breath and serenity.
