Monday, December 12th I woke up to a beautiful, light, and ski inviting snowfall. My usual snow glee kicked in and soon I was bundled up and outside clearing snow and experiencing the fresh falling snowflakes as they brushed by my face.
As the day marched forward, the newly minted snow was hiding the slick patches of ice that peppered throughout our neighborhood. And just like that, another seasoned and accomplished snow navigator hit the ground hearing her arm snap as she made contact with her driveway.
No, it wasn’t me. It was my close friend and neighbor. When I arrived at the E.R., her pain was palpable - before, during, and after resetting the bone. Bones mostly knit back together, albeit with a little more challenge as we age. What doesn’t easily heal is coming to grips with the reality of snow and ice. For me, its arrival heightens my commitment to mindfulness as I attempt to move about in an environment that isn’t likely to be gone anytime soon.
What’s that mean in reality? It means, plan your trips and allow extra time. Think about a time when you rushed. What unnecessary risks were you willing to accept? Pay attention! Dress accordingly! Wear those Yaktrax on your boots and shoes – no matter how steady and flexible you believe you are –a relatively consistent conversation I have with my husband.
My friend has seen many winters, the good, the bad, and the icy. Just for this one instance, she made a decision that didn’t follow her usual wise and thoughtful snow practices (refer to paragraph one if you need a refresher).
So, take a breath. Slow down. Think through what’s needed. Be kind to yourself by being smart. My friend’s unfortunate contact with her driveway is my wake up call to the vulnerabilities facing us all as we move through life at warp speed.
I've got to go now! I’m off to sit by the fireplace with a good book and a cup of tea.
