Snowy Winter Gloves Heart

A Heart in the Snow

Red Heart in a Snowy Tree

The Choices We Make

The choices we make.  How about all the decisions we make every day, whether good or bad.  Are they good or bad?  Or just decisions.  It is not until it is 20, 30, or every 40 years later we realize those choices were maybe not the right decisions.  At lease that is how we feel sometimes.  But then again, maybe they were the right decisions at the time?  We don’t think about it until we are yearning for another life.  But then again, maybe the other possibilities in our life even though may have seemed better for us may have in some way been worse for us.  Those decisions may have steered us to make damaging mistakes or lead us to be in different circumstances that would have been more detrimental for us.

I think of the different jobs I have had.  If I had stayed would it have been better?  When I left was it better?  All I was thinking was this new job is a better opportunity.  I think about all the places I have live.  Each place had it give and takes.  And all the people and the relationships, was one better or worse?  Or did they have their give and takes?  And as for myself; there are changes I made or did not make within myself.

Is the greener pasture better or worse?  Maybe I was meant to live in a different terrain; territory; country?  Be and work with another group of different people.  Have an entirely different life plan?  I cannot know.  None of us can know.  All we have is the present moment.  Looking back is useless unless there was a lesson or love.  All we can do is to make the most of the present moment no matter what the circumstance.  We can make changes only with ourselves and take each day as a gift.  

Hawks Nest Covered in Ice

Change

There are two types of pain in the world:
pain that hurts you, and the pain that changes you.

How bad does it have to hurt before you change?

The Lovely Snow!



Street on the way to work.



It snowed harder and wetter today.  The snow was non-stop.  It was rather hard walking to work.  There were no sidewalks, just a lot of snow.  None of the streets were clear either.  The city usually takes care of the hills when it snows; but has always forgotten to do the flat streets in the city.  If the street happens to be on a county route the state's snow plows take care of it.  But it is usually the vehicles that are left beating down the snow.  When I arrived at work, the bottom of my slacks were soaked from the wet snow.  Half of the personnel in my office did not bother to show up.  They were probably smart not taking a chance considering the amount of snow on the roads.  The snow was supposed to move easterly and into the Atlantic, but it decided to come west.  The Appalachian Mountains did not manage to block the snow flurries this time.  The snow is about six to eight inches in the city and 12 and up in the mountains.  But how I love the trees.  No matter what the weather or season, trees are very beautiful bare, budding, full bloom, with fall leaves, and yes, with the lovely snow!



On the way home, a snowman with a mustache.



This Year So Far

January-snow and unexpected surgery.  I love snow.  Yes, call me crazy, but I do.  But surgery no, especially when you live alone.  It was difficult, especially in the cold.

The experience gave me a brand new perspective in everything; relationships, pain, being alone, and suffering.  But you know what?  I am stronger physically, mentally, and spirituality.  Don't count me out world.

February-snow and I am loving it; even on the roads, streets, and sidewalks.  But I am use to doing everything by myself.  It's alright, but sometimes it gets old.  But no woman is an island.  I would have loved to have received flowers.

March-snow and the rain begins.  The snow is melting from the mountains and the rivers are very high.  You know when spring is on its way--potholes.