Countdown Update

And the first snow of the season

The rocket is on the launch pad and all systems are go when suddenly, in the countdown from ten to zero and then lift-off the countdown suddenly stops at one. Just one day away from The Big Day and the countdown is aborted. Suddenly we are thrust back to number eight in the countdown.

The lift-off has been postponed for one week!

So close! So close! I swear I could smell it I was so close!

But then I am yanked back to day number eight! Another week of counting down the days.

Don’t you just hate it when that happens?

Seriously, I think it’s a good thing. It is just a little adjustment, a calibration, performed to keep things aligned with that element of mojo known as, ‘perfect timing.’

‘Perfect timing’ can seem so elusive yet it happens all the time.

Today was a gorgeous autumn day! All the ingredients were there; the chill in the air, leaves falling from trees, the slant of the sun, the geese honking in the sky above, the feeling in my bones…

The official weather prognosticators are saying that tomorrow we are expected to get one to two inches of snow. I try not to listen to prognosticators but this pronouncement really stuck in my craw. As I looked out upon Mother Nature today I somehow managed to increase my gratitude for what she was showing me with the thought of impending snow looming in the background.

After tomorrow everything that I am looking at will be different.

For me personally the very first snow of the new season has always been a very intense experience. Very few people know this but I lost my virginity on the evening of the first snow of the season. My daughter — my one and only progeny — was born in the evening of the first snow of the season. I have plenty of snow stories but an inordinate amount of them involve the first snow of a season.

It’s like a magic day.

Think about it. There can only be one single solitary day of each year during which we experience the very first snow of the season. Only one! Doesn’t that make it special in its own right? Seriously, it is something you can experience only ONCE a year! How can we not stare into that day’s eyes and imprint the vibratory feeling sensations forever into the skein of time and space? How can we not savor such a pristine moment? How could we possibly ignore it?

My very first memory of snow in this life came when I was in first grade. It happened on Christmas Eve, making it a little extra special. It was in the middle of the evening and all the family members were suddenly running outside. It was snowing! It was snowing!

In the four years that the family lived in the extreme desert we saw many days each summer when the temperature exceeded 120 degrees Fahrenheit. But during those four years in the desert we only saw snow three times — and it never stuck on the ground.

It was such a joy experiencing that first snow. It felt good to lean my head back and feel those snowflakes landing on my face. It felt good feeling the snowflakes melt on me. I felt like I was being touched by Mother Nature.

The house we lived in on base happened to have a large window in the living room and our window happened to look out over some of the most picturesque mountains on the planet. I speak of the Organ Mountains of southern New Mexico. The Creator was having an especially creative day when it was carving those mountains. They are beyond breathtaking.

As a little whippersnapper kid I stared up at those mountains every single day for four years. I can close my eyes today and still see them with crystal clarity. And after that first snow experience on Christmas Eve I awoke the next morning — on Christmas Day — and the first thing I saw as I looked out that magic window was the fact that the tippy tops of the Organ Mountains were covered with a dusting of snow!

My life irrevocably changed in that instant. I immediately developed an unbreakable love towards mountains covered with snow. As a kid I stared up at those snow-dusted mountains on Christmas Day for a very long time — long enough to forever burn it into soul.

I have spent numerous decades of my life living in homes with windows that look out over mountains. I have always looked for that very first dusting of snow upon the summits.

And I stare at those mountains all year long. They are covered with snow for part of the year and they are free of snow the rest of the year. There is only one discernible day out of the entire year that is different than all the other days. And that is the day of the first snow of the season!

That is the day everything changes. Of course, everything changes every single day but when there is a certain change that happens only once a year then we want to be there for it. We don’t just want to see it, we want to feel it!

We want to connect to that which we are such an integral part of. We want to connect to that which provides us with the physical opportunities to experience this incredible paradise. We want to be a part of the paradise we are currently vacationing in. We want to FEEL it.

So you can see how torn I am. The weather prognosticators say that tomorrow morning we will have our first snow of the season. I have numerous windows in my apartment (thank God!) but not a single one of them looks out over a mountain. There simply is no mountain anywhere near where I currently live.

The first snow of the season just isn’t the same without some picturesque mountain range being dusted with heavenly mojo.

Mountains and snow. Some say that is where heaven and earth meet.

But a part of me knows that ‘heaven and earth’ are just two sides of a silly coin. We cannot be in one part of it without being in the other part.

I strive to connect to ‘Earth’ just as I strive to connect to ‘Heaven,’ both of which overlay the same time and space. It’s those moments when the two overlap and meld that epiphanies can explode and perspectives can shatter. Those are the windows that only occasionally appear through which we can touch our multi-dimensionality.

One of those pristine multi-dimensional windows opens once each year on the first snow of the season.

It is something that I never, ever, ever want to miss.

How important is it to you? Do you have ‘first-snow’ memories? Do you have mountains to look at outside your windows? What do you feel when you see the first snow of the season? How do you celebrate this momentous annual event? And how do you show your gratitude?

Day Eight and counting…

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