A Note from Heidi:
This image and poem were created from a deep experience I had the first winter I spent on Cape Cod. Blizzard after blizzard hit the Cape the year of 2014. It was the biggest and most intense snowfall and cold recorded in 60 years.
So it was not unusual that
my friends and followers were sending notes of condolence as soon as the first blizzard hit. My biggest concern about the move had been about returning to the cold and snow I had grown up with and never liked.
After years of luxuriating in the heat of the South, would my love of Cape Cod beauty
and other compelling reasons be enough?
I had arrived in the fall, which is glorious on the Cape. An "Indian summer," warm and sunny. A beautiful home on the marsh, the ocean close by, the tides coming in and out, views of the water, clouds and sky changing from minute to minute. Welcoming,
wonderful neighbors who became friends.
I'll never forget the magic of that first snowfall.
The
snowflakes started slowly, falling on the marsh, as if little was happening...and then there were more...and more...and more...
The world became quiet.
I tiptoed outside and made some pictures, then returned to the warmth of the house. So many windows in all directions; it was as if I was inside a large, beautiful snow globe. No wind. The snow continued falling, the silence deepened.
I felt totally
held, surrounded by Grace. Beauty. Love. Peace.
Then I had to experience it all, this now blizzard! To see its vastness, to breathe the air, to be immersed in the magic!
Imagine me in my long down coat and warm boots, walking down the road to the beach, not a soul in sight.
I followed Spirit...
