I put out a plea to the universe on where I am to live, and she answers. As a woman of the metaphysical world, if I ask the universe for an answer, and she answers….I have to accept it. I’d be a huge hypocrite if I didn’t.
So with that, I take my leave of southern California and travel across the continent to Indianapolis, Indiana.
Along the way, people ask where I am headed….always...eyebrows would raise and eyes would bulge…”You are going to Indiana for the winter?” “Yes,” I reply with a smile. Then I give them practical reasons I have in case they aren’t understanding the whole...’the universe is sending me there’ thing. I am also not quite sure why the universe is sending me.
The more I drive the colder it gets. On the last day of the drive I see that the universe is giving me exactly 5 days to get all my winter gear together. The polar vortex (aka arctic air) is coming on down. I think my angels set me up to see that weather report.
As I arrive, winter gives me a show with her plunging temperatures and sparkly snowflakes! Winter, old friend, hello again!
I cannot remember the proper protocol for knocking the snow off my car. Can I drive and it will just fly off? Maybe I can wipe it with a rag. My brain takes approximately 3 minutes to think about a rag and another 5 to remember what a brush and ice scraper is. I keep hearing of an urban legend about blood thinning when you live in warmer climates. I am in the heaviest coat I have ever owned and I have spotted a few people in tee-shirts.
Winter. I see why all those dominatrix type women love putting you in their titles. You are a harsh mistress. And I know you are going easy on me this year because everyone up and down the Midwest is telling me how awful last year was.
As I live through this, I figure out how to dress again. I find the kindness of ladies directing me to the best, or only, thermal underwear selections. How nice is it to not really have to pay attention to what I am wearing because I would just rather be warm. Sweaters really take the pressure off body image! I have found my favorite hot teas which I drink all the time. Shoveling snow is it’s very own workout. Hats...inside and outside….I make it work. I also find that as I am having a weather challenge, it also puts the rest of my life into perspective about just how much energy and brain space I have left to worry about things which are really….little itty bitty….why was I even concerned about that?
I have piles on covers on my bed and think about bears hibernating, as I adjust my knit cap to keep my head warm and throw the covers over my face to hold in the heat. As I hold in the heat, winter is showing my about my heart.
Winter is showing me what I value in my heart. I find I value good people helping me out by giving me a kind word, or direction to thermal underwear. I find the cold is helping me to really focus on inside activities including a personal inventory of what I’d like my life to be about. I admire everyone’s perseverance through the season and am finding my own. I am choosing priorities, like warmth over fashion, as I layer up. I acknowledge the bare trees there for everyone to see their frames. I am starting to see and acknowledge what’s really underneath my layers, what is my inner frame. I also see that I can choose how to proceed and how I’d like grow. I appreciate the beauty of the land and if she needs a break to recuperate then she should have it and so should people. I find hope every time the sun says hello. Even though there may be a lot of gray, I am choosing my interpretation. For me, winter is not a place to end, she is a place in which I am choosing how I am going to start again.
© Dalah Nyx Ostara, 2015