The absolute stillness while snow drifts to the ground, absorbing all the excess noise which is created in haste. Not a bird is heard chirping, not a squirrel is heard squeaking, just the sound of pillowed softness blanketing the world. The silence envelops you, quiets the monkey mind, though many find it to be a maddening silence. But then I guess those are the monkey minded people. Unable to be still, to be quiet, to be at peace if only for a moment when you’re given a chance to forget everything which is seemingly important.
Can you be in this moment with me? Can you join me on the white canvas that is a quieted mind, a restful soul; that is the freshly fallen snow?
