I’ve been reading lots of books lately that are winter themed and they’re making me rather nostalgic.
There’s something magical about winter for me. Part of it is seeing all the many lovely pictures that people post on social media of the snow falling, and the white out that those in cooler climates seem to experience. Part of it is remembering how good it feels to come out of the cold and into a warm house to grab a mug of hot chocolate to help warm up your freezing nose and stinging ears. However I have to live vicariously through others these days, as Florida doesn’t have the experience of real winter let alone snow.
As a child growing up in the North-East of England, snow was a given almost every year. I still remember walking to school as a tiny child aged around five, and tramping through the snow in my thick tights and wellington boots (read mud boots if you’re American) gripping tightly to my mother’s hand. I felt then that I was going to sink into the snow and disappear forever, so I held on for dear life. I loved to hear the crunch; I loved the sound of the crackling under my feet as the snow compacted. I loved the almost sacred silence that the snow brought as it muffled the voice of the world around it.
A few years later we had a giant snowfall one day. I don’t remember anything like it in recent years. After school my friends and I spent the afternoon gathering up armfuls of glistening white powder, pushing it together and watching it change into a huge ball. As we traced our steps up the long garden, glimpsing behind us, we could see a long empty path, almost as though we had rolled up a carpet. We made a giant snowman. My mom got out the video camera and we waved and smiled, imagining ourselves in the future, playing it back as grown-ups. Sadly we never got to see it. The video was lost during one of several house moves. But my memory of that epic day will stay with me forever.
Sadly we never got another snow like that again. And now I’m living in Florida, I know I’ll need to hang on even tighter to that memory.
So, this year I decided that I was going to embrace my inner child and figure out a way to experience that magic again. Armed with my ‘Law of Attraction’ books and journals, one of my positive entries for this year is to book a vacation somewhere that has deep snow. I have no idea how I’m going to pay for it, but I’ll figure those details out as the year goes on.
I figure If I save hard, we can take a trip to Lapland! There are trips where you can stay in Ice Hotels and watch the Northern Lights, and experience a real authentic winter. That’s my plan ‘A’. If finances are tighter, then my plan ‘B’ is to take a trip to Colorado and hopefully learn to Ski. Either way, it will help me come to terms with the fact that we’ll never have snow here. Ever. Also I’ll be putting my Law of Attraction experiment in action.
Part of me wonders whether I’m viewing winter through rose tinted glasses. My family back in Britain are quick to remind me how unpleasant it is to have to drag yourself out of bed on freezing morning and defrost your car before facing a freezing walk from the car park to work. Or how it feels to know that you have to go out in a blizzard when you would much rather stay home by the cozy fire and stay warm.
Maybe they’re right. Things always seem to look better the further they are in the rear view mirror.
I’ll have to let you know. In December, when I’m in Lapland!
Love Sally x