This past weekend we had our first substantial snow in the past couple of seasons in DC, and so I was out doing one of my favorite things in the world...cross country skiing. I grew up cross country skiing. It was a totally free activity, just find a snow covered road or park and have at it. My family’s gear was cobbled together from years of searching through the Goodwill. My feet would freeze every time we went out in my old leather boots and I can’t say it was the most pleasant experience when I was a child….and yet here we are, as we often find ourselves, grown-up Krista loves it, absolutely, 100% loves it. Now, grown-up Krista can also afford better gear and warm ski boots, turns out, that makes a difference.
So, I was in the park on Sunday, enjoying the snow and a beautiful solo ski afternoon....and as I was skiing along, I was thinking about transformation. The park is always beautiful, but blanketed by a layer of snow just made it stunning. That simple storm entirely transformed the park into something completely different...it was still the same park that I loved, I was going down the same paths I’ve walked down so many times, but simultaneously it was also something new and magical.
I was thinking as I skied...sometimes transformation is a long process. Sometimes it is years and years of work. Sometimes it takes showing up day after day and year after year for the transformation to occur. And sometimes transformation is almost in an instant, there are times when life transformation occurs practically overnight.
May we celebrate the transformation in our lives, may we celebrate the transformation we have worked for day after day, year after year...and equally, like that snow-covered park, the transformation that happens in an instant.
Have a transformative week my dear friends.