Wow, what a day! First of all, the storm that didn't seem to be much of a storm turned out to be quite the storm. The ski area reported 11 inches in 48 hours, and it was one of those storms that I find particularly delightful - slow, steady snow that just keeps falling, cold temperatures keeping people inside or at least not out for very long, and the kind of gloomy precipitation that gets deeper over the course of the day while the humans start to drop off one by one.
I had a great yoga practice with my true yoga friend Ally - we did our Scorpion Practice from 9 - 11 and found some new possibilities of where it can take us. We both found that we had to just move through a fear-enshrouded barrier and just go for it, emerging on the other side with a little less fear, like waving aside conbwebs when you walk into a dusty room. We glimpsed the potential this practice has to offer us and we are both really excited by it!
JC and Frances went up skiing at the same time, braving the 10 degree morning, while Little Rose played with a friend across the street. We reconvened for lunch and another round of coffee before bundling up like never before and trooping back up on the ski area to relish the powder. The way I figure it is: there might not be another snowfall like this all winter (you just never know) so you kind of have to go for it while it is here.
I did a run with JC and Rose, then broke away on my own and quickly realized I was skiing with less fear, less hesitation...something was coming together and I could feel it in every turn. By the time I met back up with them, inside getting hot chocolate, I could barely contain myself.
And then we skied down Peek-a-Boo as a group and I had the best turns I have ever made. I thought, So THIS is what it is supposed to feel like! all four of us skiing together, each at their own pace, but together as a family and it was thrilling. JC said it was one of the best memories he has had from his entire skiing career, which spans more than 3 decades.
Frances and I stayed up to try and extract every last run we could before they stopped running the lifts, while JC and Rose headed home to warm up. It was nice to connect with Frances that way, another first for us.
A quick but calm turn around dinner, hop on the town bus and see the Young People's Theater production of Robin Hood. Let me say right now that as a general rule I hate that kind of stuff. Adolescents trying to act in a classic story - I mean, seriously, how good can it really be? Well, those little deviants proved me wrong. It was a truly charming performance and we all enjoyed ourselves immensely. At one point Frances turned to me and whispered, It's so GOOD!
And now it is Monday, the eve of our birthday, JC and me. This is the last day of his 44th year, the best year he says he has ever had in his life. Tomorrow the kids go back to their mom's we both work for the morning before skiing all afternoon and having a dinner at Honga's. It is supposed to drop below zero tonight, but our little home is warm and cozy. Breakthroughs are unpredicatble and inevitable. Effort is cumulative, strength builds gradually and sometimes you get to a point where you can step into the next dimension of your own personal triumph. Dropping over from a handstand into a backbend without fear, turning on your skis in unfamiliar terrain without fear, embracing new people into your life without fear. Surrender at its finest.
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