I remember as a child the several occasions when in the evening, when it was snowing, my parents would take us out for a walk. We would walk in the snow. I remember a strong sense of security, a magical mixture of physical cold and emotional warmth. It all came streaming back to me this morning as, in the dark just before dawn, I was shoveling our driveway. The scraping of the shovel on the pavement … and then the softness of stepping on snow – liking walking in velvet shoes “under a veil of lace”, writes the poet Elinor Wylie.
It may be sunny and warm where you are today; or perhaps you are walking on snow, as if on velvet. Receive the day with gratitude, and step lightly. Your life will be more joyful, and so with the lives of those around you.
A blessed Tuesday.