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COMFORTING SNOW by Krista Katrovas

This poem surfaced on a snow day…

As I watched the snow fall I reflected back to the many years when I lived where it didn't snow. My life seemed, externally, perfect to others.

And now, as I hibernate on this snow day in January, unable to drive, to do much outside of the house because of the low temperatures, it's now that I am truly completely free, and deeply comforted by the gentle falling of snow. 
'Snow' Photography by Krista Katrovas

Comforting Snow

I felt the waves used to laugh at me
add depth to the pain
when they pounded into the shoreline.
It seemed the sun would chime in, too,
as it blazed down,
nudging my shoulders and the tip of my nose
until they grew red.

I was supposed to be happy.
I had it all, the pool, designer bags,
watches, expensive clothes, cars,
I was living in Sunny San Diego
where the weather is the most moderate
of all places in the world.

Now I live where it snows,
where shade and cloud cover
have replaced those sun kissed days.
There’s a quiet here I never knew back then
and there’s no one here
yelling at me,
cursing demeaning names,
simply because I am a woman.
I’m now free of all that.

And I’d trade the sun, the ocean,
the stinging
from those heated blows,
the sound of the waves crashing,
I’d exchange paradise
for this quiet,
the snow falling,
for the peaceful gaze from my window,
the gentle kisses
I now have for myself,
I'd trade all those luxuries
for this comforting snow,
for this cold that soothes
the burns of my past.
I'd trade it, any day.
~

Krista Katrovas (E-RYT) has dedicated herself to the practice, study and teaching of yoga since discovering it in 1999 after dancing rigorously as a dance major in college. Krista has had scores of articles on Yoga, Wellness, and Spirituality published in nationally regulated magazines. She has a regular column at Elephant Journal here. She has taught Yoga in Prague every July since 2009 and has been sought to teach in Kuwait, Canada, Virginia, California, Kentucky, and Florida. She calls Kalamazoo, Michigan home, where she teaches Yoga, Meditation, offers Spiritual guidance, and practices Shamanism. She has cats, though also loves dogs, all animals. Her power animal is the Snowy Owl. Visit her yoga website here.



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