Saturday, February 18, 2012
A friend went for a walk in the woods the other day and found a frozen garter snake. What's a snake doing outdoors in February? This one was seeking warmth under a cover of leaves, but on the previous night of 18 degrees, a few leaves were not warm enough. A warm sunny day (48 degrees) had lured the garter snake into spring, but the frost that night was killing.
Sometimes a warm, cozy bed lures me into lolling around when i could just as well be meditating. The dark of pre-dawn is an excellent quiet time for the solitude of meditation. Yes, the house is chilly, but i have my fleece pants and tops all laid out, ready to hop into.
When the chill of a killing frost comes to us, where will we find our warmth of mind?