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 ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry