When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
My latest spin playlist
Any Way You Want It Journey
Moves Like Jagger Maroon 5
Feel Good Inc Gorillaz
Low Rider War
Foo Foo Santana
Rollercoaster of Love Red Hot Chili Peppers
Livin' On a Prayer Bon Jovi
Everybody's Everything Santana
It's Still Rock And Roll To Me Billy Joel
Fat Bottomed Girls Queen
Friday I'm In Love The Cure
Dog Days Are Over Florence & The Machine
Tighten Up The Black Keys
When Doves Cry Prince
Steal My Kisses Ben Harper
I love the snow. I love everything about it. I love the cold, bundling up, I love sledding with my kids and the crunch you hear underfoot when stepping in the snow. It covers the world in a blanket of beauty and even makes ugly things seem beautiful even just for a time.
I especially love cross-country skiing. I grew up skiing and it holds a very special place in my heart and in my childhood memories. My husband, our kids, our dog and I go every chance we can get in the winter, and have been taking those opportunities since both the boys were just babies. Now, I love going with my family, we have so much fun together and it is such a beautiful family adventure every time.
Despite loving family ski time, for the past two days, after finishing up my classes, I have had the deep privilege of going skiing by myself. Just me, my skis, and quiet. There is something so beautifully quiet and peaceful about the snow and being by myself in the snow. Couple that with the fact that I saw next to no one on the trail, had no watch, no cell phone, and nowhere to be....this is a recipe for such a sense of freedom, peace and calm.
Skiing is a bit hypnotic. I hear the swish of the skis, the poles hitting the ground, feet sliding along the surface of the ground, quiet but rhythmic, calming and repetitive. Cold and trees surround, making a canopy above and around me. The sky was cloudy; thin, grey, enough to shade the sun but not to block it from view. It was as if the sun was peaking around a doorway, enough to know it's there, but not enough to see it. My nose and cheeks are cold, but beads of sweat start forming.
I followed the river a good way, stopping fairly frequently when the beauty would take my breath away and I would have to take a picture. I went up small hills, maneuvered around rocks and down those same small hills with grace on par with a newly-born giraffe, until I came to a spot that just felt like a turn around spot. I turned around and went home the same way I had just come.
I got back to my car, loaded my skis in, and drove home. It was beautiful, peaceful, quiet, and perfect.
We get pretty excited about snow around here, as it is a fairly infrequent treat. After breakfast the snow started falling gently to the ground, slowly building until you could see nothing but white. There is something so peaceful and quiet about the snow.
After my classes the boys and I took a walk to go to the lovely sledding hill at their school. There were kids all around. All were basking in the magic that is infrequent snow. Squeals of delight filled the air as little girls and boys slid down the hills in saucers, sleds. One even had the lid to a plastic bin.
Even with their joy-filled sounds surrounding me, there was still a quiet, a stillness, a beauty in the silence of the snow, even their squeals of elation, muffled with the white, fluffy surrounding snow. I couldn't help but think how yogic it was in that moment.....the fury of activity while at the core a stillness, a stability, quiet.
My name is Krista Mason. I am a mom of two very energetic boys, wife to my husband, former Kindergarten teacher, and yoga and fitness instructor in the Washington DC area.
I love to hike, bike, take my boys on adventures, teach and be taught yoga, teach fitness classes, cook yummy food, bake, volunteer in my kiddo's classrooms and hang out with my family.
I do not, however, have a natural tendency to write, but I am willing to try my hand at it.
Thanks for stopping by, I hope to see you again soon!