In the Thick

One perfect cardinal perched on the bird feeder this morning. He was luminous crimson against absurdly deep snow, a red assault to temperatures cold enough to freeze my boots to the mudroom floor. But there he was, breast glowing, a miracle of winter.

It's easy to miss things like this, when the whole joke of winter has gone on too long.  The novelty is over, we've heard this one before. February, for me, can bring on a kind of impetuous, can't-we-move-on-already feeling. But we can't. Not yet. The season asks us to move more slowly than that, to notice the slightly longer light, the single cardinal.

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And that cardinal can come in many forms. Last week, navigating the snow-covered and icy roads, I had to come to a hard, skidding stop when a car pulled out suddenly into the center of the road. Now, you can find yourself thinking a lot of really very impolite thoughts when someone cuts you off like this, thoughts you might even say out loud, in the privacy of your car. But the other driver, an older man, simply waved and slowly continued on his way. He paid no mind, and - just like that - all my sudden indignation rushed away.

In this climate, we may be itching with winter, cold, buried up to our shoulders in snow. But we are also  - each one of us - in it. Making our way the best we can. And each of us knows that somewhere, beneath this impossibly thick blanket, bulbs and seeds and future possibilities are waiting. And that perhaps something in us is waiting too.

A practitioner friend once told me, "if it's not a resounding yes, it's a no." Over the years, I've come back to this when I'm trying to make a decision. What do I truly, resoundingly, want to say yes to? But it also helps to turn the question outward: Where do I notice a resounding yes? Certainly in that red bird, and even in the moment after the not-accident when I realized the silliness of my own hot air. This is the gift of winter: The spare sleeping earth quiets the noise and lets us tune into those resounding yeses. We begin to notice where we encounter that small spark, how we listen, and what we want to invite into our lives.

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Please note! This month I've added a new feature that allows you to purchase gift certificates online. You can select the type of massage you'd like, as well as whether you'd like to have the gift certificate emailed to the recipient or sent by regular mail. Massage makes a great gift for Valentine's Day... or for anyone who's been doing lots of shoveling!

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