Winter storm

There is something very primitive and passionate about a winter storm. Here in the mountains, wind comes with a storm any time of year. When there is already a number of inches of snow on the ground, roofs and pine boughs, the wind creates another phenomenon. First of course it howls. The falling snow "falls" horizontally. Then the snow on roofs and trees shakes loose and thumps, plops and crashes into sides of houses, windows and onto decks. Outside is alive with power. 

Inside we snuggle warmly in our beds and listen ~ and are touched somewhere deep, deep inside in a place that recalls the ancient collective consciousness of the human race. Are the gods angry? Will the sun rise again? What must I do to be safe and appease this power that throws itself against my dwelling? 

And then into the consciousness comes another sound: the furnace. Ahhhh -- back to the 21st century. Snuggle in more closely, shiver with the power of it all, and back to sleep in gratitude ~ with blessings