On Thursday, a blizzard blew into town. Lots of snow and high winds. The weather forced everyone to slow down. The snowfall dampened noise, but there was a more general quieting--like a collective deep sigh. In the midst of a busy holiday season, people had a snow day. Schools and businesses closed; those that stayed open were filled with extra warmth. Traffic slowed--drivers were patient with each other and with pedestrians. I noticed much kindness: doors held open, smiles from strangers, general well wishes--all coming from generous places in the heart.
As we shoveled snow in mid-afternoon, much of the neighborhood was outside. The kids laughed and played; the adults cleared snow and offered help to each other. The kind man in our neighborhood made multiple snow-blower sweeps of the sidewalk (for many blocks). It felt like we all pushed the pause button (no shopping, no busyness, no work, no school) and fully experienced the day. A day filled with the awesome beauty of nature and the kindness of the human heart.