Those of you who live in AZ will understand why the snow storm we just had was a major miracle. If you live in Kansas City, you might not agree this week. But for desert dwellers in the middle of a long drought, water in any form is good news.
More importantly for my wild heart, the snow created a fairyland that made me feel about six. Sitting in my home office, I could feel my wild heart sitting up to take notice. “It’s turning white!” she said, anticipating an adventure.
Sure enough, after part one of the storm my husband came home and we put on our boots and went for a walk. Crunching along, halfway around our usual loop, it started to snow again. Slowly at first, then more and more intensely. We started to laugh. Slowly at first, then more and more intensely. Our dog began to prance. We were in the middle of a full-on snow storm.
By the time it all ended, our table on the hill was uninhabitable, but my wild heart loved the scene. And here are some of the reasons:
- My wild heart loves surprises.
- My wild heart loves wildness in nature.
- My wild heart loves beauty.
- My wild heart loves transformation.
- My wild heart loves joy.
I got all these in one walk. There’s something to treasure, to consider, to keep.
And you? What does your wild heart love?