Sound of Silence

Today I led a group snow shoeing through the park. It was snowing overcast but we started out on the trail deteremined to enjoy our selves. Actually it was magical to be in nature allowing the flakes to hit our faces as we trudged along the path going deeper into the woods. It was only fitting to read Robert Frost to them at the first stop as the snow came down and the silence in and around the Gambel oaks permenated into our beings.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping  here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer to stop without a farmhouse near; Between the woods and frozen lake, the darkest evening of the year. He gives  his harness bells a shake, to ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep.

Slow down, enjoy the unhurried pace a snow storm can bring. Start a tradition, go snowshoeing or fort building in the  yard with children. Let your inner child run quiet into the woods of your life to hear the sounds of silence.