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January Snowstorm: Dancing on the Grand Stage of Life

February 2nd, 2019 by Michael Dyet


Note: This post was written last Monday during the winter storm that hit that day.

Hmmm, is there a silver lining hiding in this raging snowstorm?

I am standing at the window looking out at what is sizing up to be the badass snowstorm of the season. It has been blowing for three and half hours and will likely continue until early tomorrow morning. All but the most adventurous are battening down the hatches and settling in to wait. The pizza delivery man that just walked past my window is not so lucky. Poor bugger!

I should declare my bias. I do not care for winter. I consider it a season to be cursed, endured and wished away. It follows that I dread storms of this magnitude. However, if I set aside my bias for a few moments, I must concede that there is a certain untamed beauty – particularly, if I make myself look into the heart of it and focus in on the individual snowflakes.

The popular notion is that no two snowflakes are alike. And while that is true, a bit of research taught me that all of them are based on a hexagon because of the geometry of bonds between water molecules. And, since conditions can change as each flake gets bounced around in a cloud, one shape can change into another with endless repetition.

There are conceivably millions of snowflakes living within this storm. Each one of them is carrying out an elaborate dance. Swirling, slip-sliding and twisting while performing sidespins, backflips and rollovers.

It occurs to me that a snowstorm like this one is microcosm for life itself if we compare ourselves for a moment to a snowflake. All 7.7 billion of us on this fragile planet are carried along by forces not of our own making, but over which we can exercise some influence. Each of us is wonderfully unique and yet also not so very different.

Collectively, we perform a dance, on the grand stage of life, which changes as quickly as it forms. We each have a special part to play which we can define as we desire. The sum of the parts is unpredictable, ever changing and endlessly fascinating.

I am grateful to be inside, sheltered from the storm, and able to sing the praises of its tempestuous grace. There are no doubt those who find themselves far from home and at the mercy of this storm which must be a frightening experience.

As if on cue, the wind has redoubled its force. What I was waxing poetic about a moment ago is once again a rather furious beast. So I will close the blinds and let it rage on. There will be plenty of time to contemplate it graces tomorrow as we’ll be digging out from this one for days!

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