Listening

The snow is coming down steady and hard. Soon the mountain will be blanketed in the most delicious silence. Don't get me wrong I love the sound of the wind, the birds, the rustling of the leaves but the silence that snow brings is comforting. Tonka sits by the door waiting for me to put on my boots, coat, hat and scarf so we can go up to the pines. She is going to have to wait until tomorrow morning though. Yesterday on our walk I saw signs of coyotes and I won't take her out and risk running into them. They are horrible creatures that took my lil schnauzer Julius from me. Back to the snow. I remember in high school there was a group of us that would pile the sleds in who evers car we get and go out to Woodland Acres and sled down an old dirt back road. Guess I've always loved old dirt roads. Anyway it is among some of my best memories from high school. Now when I walk in the snow I think often of those kids who are now all grown and probably grandparents like me. Some have been called Home and I hope I see them in the afterlife. This past week I've been searching my memories and feelings so much more than I have in a very long time. How can feelings make a heaviness in my chest? Isn't it amazing how emotions can effect us physically. Last night my husband and I had a long emotional talk. Too often couples go for way too long without talking, without telling their partner their fears. This often erupts in anger and sharp words. We can either fight back or realize something is wrong with our partner. I try my hardest to take the latter action. He is a very strong man, has seen some horrible things, been through life and death situations but he is still a mortal man who has fears. I needed to listen to him and hear what he was feeling. I needed to open my heart again. I think it will all work out fine for now. And the snow keeps coming down and blanketing my lil mountain.