After the funeral Ed and I couldn't stick around because a blizzard was bearing down on us and we had to get home ahead of it. We made it just as the snow was starting. I was exhausted and slept quite well.
I know it doesn't seem right but I was pleased that there was a blizzard. This meant that today I had lots of physical things to do. Horses express themselves through movement. I find that I am very similar. To have to sit still when I have lots of emotions swirling around is torture. It's not that I can't be lazy- I'm as lazy as the next person and probably lazier than some. But I didn't want to sit around. I wanted to work.
While Ed plowed the driveway with the tractor I shovelled. It didn't last long enough so I began to clean up the hay pile. By this time of the year it's not as neatly stacked as it should be. I also observed the horses. Carmen is seeming to turn into a snow horse- I find her playing in it but when she sees me looking she tries to get all dignified.
|yes there's snow on my nose, so what?|
|Belle is less impressed with deep snow|
The quiet, the woods, the clean cold air all started to help me do what I probably needed to do- which is just breathe.