Lily Pads and Pigeon Pose: Buried in Winter, Basking in Light

How can we be buried in winter but bask in light? All I've heard around me is complaints about the cold, the snow, the endless snow STORMS, this longing for something else. Anything but this we yell! I find that snow and winter and the piercing cold touches upon our seeds of anger and depression. Knowing that another day will be cold, gray, and perhaps snowy just makes us want to curl up and go to bed, not face the world, and hibernate until the first sign of the spring crocuses appear. Or it makes us irritable and angry.I have a better idea! What if we basked in winter light? What if we said yes to endless hours of snow shoveling (my life for the last few days). Maybe we would enjoy that steaming cup of hot chocolate in our palms after, that blazing fire, and that cuddly love nest on the couch in front of your favorite show (with your loved one!)? Perhaps, dare I say, we would enjoy the opposite forces even more. Ever notice that a hot cup of tea is most enjoyable on a chilly night? The sun is much more brilliant when shining off of snow.
Here's to winter! I salute you! I say yes!

Here's what my week looked like!

taught 3 yoga classes
took 4 yoga classes
started tai chi class
artist date at Tiger lily
enjoyed morning book reading
drank 2 freshly squeezed juices
penned valentines and sent by snail mail
attended my first book club meetup
worked 3 shifts at the library
baked vegan chocolate chip oatmeal and flax cookies
savored a rose and chamomile bubble bath to warm bones
meditated twice
worked on yoga business
plenty of sesame oil ayurvedic massages
built a fire
yoga practice by the fire
penned a birthday note
started "Fire and Ice" yoga e-course
shoveled
shoveled
shoveled
enjoyed bright yellow tulips
Cuddling and Sherlock watching
watched Dallas Buyers Club and thoroughly enjoyed
hours of wedding planning