Snowed In

Some might have heard--we got rather a lot of snow this weekend in the Twin Cities.  And really, it felt so nice to to just . . . do nothing.  To watch the trucks get stuck on our street and get the message.  To let the weather be in charge, to stay home.

Winter is meant to be a time of hibernation, turning inward, waiting.  These days the pace of our lives never seems to vary--perpetual summer, full speed ahead.  I wonder if that might be damaging, if our bodies need the variation--savasana at the end of practice, winter after summer.

So I called in to work, and waited.  It wasn't like I was going anywhere anyway.