The first snow flake, slow times

The first snow flakes are falling from the sky. 

For some folks, it’s the first time of a long winter ahead.

For others, it’s a sign of nature. A reminder that everything in life needs to slow down at some point, to regenerate itself. 

We’ve all had to slow down to some degree in this past year. Slow down from this rat race that can sometimes become life.

Normally we need to schedule time in our life to slow down. We plan this grand vacation, to go lay down on a beach, or to travel to a country that we’ve never been. We set our sights on this reward, and it encourages us to keep going and keep pushing in the day to day, thinking that « yes! Only a few weeks lefts before.... » to motivate ourselves that we will finally be able to get a breather.

To breathe, to slow down, to enjoy the moment and admire all that surrounds us. We were scheduling that time.

This year, we didn’t need to schedule. The ability to slow down was given to us, on a not so pretty platter, but it was. It has cleared from around us, all the noise, all the excuses that would stop us from slowing down.

Yes we can still be attached to that computer screen at work, while working from home, yes we have all the choirs we can accomplish around, that to do list.

What if we took a little bit a time to just be.To watch those snow flakes coming down from the sky, and take the time to be amazed by it’s beauty, just like we were when we were kids. Let’s be inspired by the scenes of nature. Nature regenerates itself, why shall we not do the same. 

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