Saturday, January 22, 2011

snow angels

...so we've had an abundance of snow in just the last couple of days...oh, wait...hours actually!  While I know I shouldn't love this snow so much...my husband could very well be called away any minute now, I do love the snow!  Up to this point this year I had not made a snow angel in our yard.   I have actually made snow angels in the yard at work...in the company of a number of young preschoolers, sometimes so close to mine that our angels looked like they were holding hands.  Just this past Friday during circle time at work the children still remaining on the floor with me joined me in making imaginary snow angels on the floor!  There is something just so magical and liberating about making snow angels.  
I used to make them in the company of my own children.  Years ago when we had our dog Jessie, there were nights when my husband had been called out or was sleeping in preparation for a call out and I then would take Jessie for a run to the park, let her off the leash and while I lay in the centre of the ball field gazing up to a starry sky and making snow angels she would run in circles around me, so excited by the snow!   She absolutely loved the snow and even in her later years when arthritis brought pain to her joints and she began to show her years, she became very playful in the snow !   I could say this is exactly what making snow angels does in my mind...takes me back to being a kid or being with my kids in the snow!
I composed a poem a few years ago which sort of captures that feeling of youthful play not forgotten but enjoyed whenever possible...like, in the snow!
...So before a great melt and the snow once again disappears, go, get out there and enjoy!

Snow Angels
Cathy Nevin
Snow Angels
Cathy Nevin

For snow angels may I never grow too old,
To know there is magic as I lay in the cold.
Arms spread like wings as I look to the sky,
A single moment unchanged while years have gone by.
Eyes lifted up in search of a star.
Knowing childhood days have not strayed so far.
Though my body says I’m growing old,
My heart it won’t listen, my mind won’t be told.
I hope for as long as I am able I’ll play,
Despite the lesser tomorrows and the more yesterdays.


For snow angels may I never grow too old,
To know there is magic as I lay in the cold.
Arms spread like wings as I look to the sky,
A single moment unchanged while years have gone by.
Eyes lifted up in search of a star.
Knowing childhood days have not strayed so far.
Though my body says I’m growing old,
My heart it won’t listen, my mind won’t be told.
I hope for as long as I am able I’ll play,
Despite the lesser tomorrows and the more yesterdays.


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