As a child, I was one of those kids who you would see constantly crying and moaning when it snowed. All the other children would be running around, throwing snowballs and running up and down the hills with their sledges. I would join in for about 5 minutes and then I would be miserably cold and extremely unhappy! So my mum was shocked when I announced at the age of 12 that I wanted to learn to ski. The first day of my school ski holiday did not go well. I wasn’t really dressed warm enough for the conditions and there was a lot of hanging around, and so I became really cold. My school teacher sat me next to an open fire in a restaurant on the slopes and I sat there all afternoon thawing out until the rest of the children had finished for the day (I don’t think teachers would get away with leaving children in restaurants anymore!). Anyway, the next day I was dressed to deal with the conditions and my love affair with skiing began and continues right up to this day (although I still don’t cope very well with getting cold when hanging around).
We’re not equipped for snow here, purely because it doesn’t happen enough for us to be equipped. In France and Italy the snow is ploughed off of the roads, chain tyres are added to cars and everywhere you go the heating is on. Plus you dress for being out in the cold. In the UK, we are always panicked by it.
This year, with the “Beast from the East” making it’s way across the UK, I have enjoyed seeing the funny memes and videos that have been posted on Facebook. I have also loved hearing about the random acts of kindness: people helping out those who have been stranded in their cars or the NHS staff who are sleeping at the hospital so they can be available for their next shift. I have enjoyed having my children home for a “snow day” and I also enjoyed standing on my own outside this afternoon, contemplating the snow and creating a mindful moment.
Mindfulness in the Snow
Today, I shut my eyes and felt the snow on my face, feeling it melt the moment it made contact with my skin. I looked at the varied flakes of snow as they passed my eyes, taking in their intricate patterns. I even let the flakes land on my tongue. I shut my eyes to listen to see if the snow made a sound above the whirling winds. And I opened my eyes again to take in the snow dusting over my plant pots and trees. And whilst I did all of this, I noticed my response. I noticed if the sensations of snow were pleasant, unpleasant or if I felt neutral. I noticed when the snow flakes reconnected me with the memories of doilies that were put underneath cakes when I was a child. I noticed when the sound of the winds made me feel a little unsettled, and looking at the dusting of the snow on the trees reminded me of the strength and flexibility of the trees – they can withstand any weather.
Oh, the beauty of mindfulness. Why not try this for yourself?
If you want to find out how to create those mindful moments, you can always come along to my next Beginners Mindfulness Meditation course. Find out more here: http://www.sarahpresley.co.uk/mindfulness-meditation/meditation-classes/Tags: Bristol UK, calm, Compassion, Happiness, Health, Holistic Therapy, Joy, Life, Meditation, Quality of life, Snow, wellbeing
This post was written by Sarah Presley