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January 27th, 2015

Snow Day!

Making the most of a day off courtesy of Mother Nature


snowdayWhen I was a teacher, I used to view snow days very differently. Each time school was called off, I’d feel like I was back in my twin-sized bed, under flannel sheets, in my Garfield nightgown, with my mom peeking through my bedroom door to deliver the good news before going to work. Few experiences could transport me back to childhood so quickly in my adult life as having a snow day, even if I was the one, now, in front of a room full of squirrelly students saying, “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ll have to listen to the news tomorrow morning,” secretly praying for school to be called off and just as excited.

In my years after teaching, I started working another job and began commuting to work. Snow days quickly became not cool. I was an hour shy of my car being stranded on Lakeshore Drive in the infamous Chicago blizzard in February 2011. After I moved out of the Midwest, far from home, and began hopping on and off of planes regularly, I began to resent snow and I dreaded seeing “CANCELLED” at the airport.

It wasn’t until two winters ago that I reunited with my love for snow days shortly after moving to Boston. Just two years after the Chicago blizzard, Nemo struck Boston, leaving the city completely immobile. It wasn’t just the teachers that enjoyed the storm, though. Once all the snow had died down, I remember calling friends to meet up outside to just “see what’s up.” We weren’t the only ones. Outside, the entire city of Boston was throwing a giant snow party. The historic, hilly streets became instant slopes for skiers, free of admission. Someone built an outdoor living room out of snow in Boston Common. Dogs put on their L.L. Bean jackets and joined their owners outside and tunneled or romped in the snow. I even sat in my first igloo.

Snow is a reminder to take pause, with others or even just with ourselves. The presence of snow can be a great spiritual exercise for us, inviting us to quiet down and be with ourselves.

There was something special about that day. In a way, we were all kids again. There was a tangible sense of solidarity. There was a tangible sense of fun. People stopped to talk to one another. A group of bystanders paused to cheer on a group of snowboarders, who were determined to get more and more lift from their makeshift snow ramp.

What I realized, or perhaps simply remembered, is that snow is a reminder to take pause, with others or even just with ourselves. The presence of snow can be a great spiritual exercise for us, inviting us to quiet down and be with ourselves.

If you want to accept the invitation to pause and go deeper, you might consider a few of these suggestions:

  • Read a good book. Though it might sound cliché, how often have you “been meaning to” read something but never gotten around to it? Maybe there’s a spiritual read you’ve been meaning to pick up. Try starting the book on a snow day and then reading five pages each night as part of your nightly prayer.
  • Have fun. There is no rule that only kids can have fun in the snow. When was the last time you went sledding? Went for a walk in the woods during winter? Went ice-skating? Built a snowman?  A snow day is the time.
  • Take a good look at snow. Snow is symbolic of so much of the spiritual beauty in our lives. Why do you think God made snow the way it is? Would it convey the same feelings if it were a different color? Different texture? Each snowflake is unique, reflecting the diversity of God’s creation. It’s made of water, which can be both soothing and powerful, reflecting the humility and omnipotence of God. Take a glove-full of fresh snow and meditate on the beauty and paradox of God’s creation.
  • Be still. Be quiet. Snow has the ability to quiet a city, but it can also quiet our inner self. Go outside and stand in front of a winterscape. Or stay inside and feel the warmth and the absence of sounds outdoors. Repeat, to yourself, the line from the popular Advent hymn, “For You, O Lord, my soul in stillness waits.”
  • Call a friend. Chances are, if you’re experiencing a snowstorm, someone you know is, too. End the game of phone tag and call a friend who is likely to be inside, too.

What have your experiences with snow been in the past? What might you like to change about them in the present? This winter, instead of going to battle with Mother Nature, let us retreat into our inner selves instead. Stillness is a steppingstone to knowing God more deeply. The psalm says, “Be still, and know that I am God.” Let us meet God in the stillness, in the quiet, and in ourselves on a snow day.

The Author : Christina Gebel
Christina Gebel holds B.A.’s in psychology and theology from Saint Louis University as well as a Master of Public Health in maternal and child health from Boston University. After college, she spent two years as a full-time volunteer at a faith-based organization in Chicago. In her free time, she enjoys writing, photography, performing standup comedy, and serving as a doula and Lamaze childbirth educator. She currently resides in Boston, working in the field of public health and serving as co-chair of the executive committee for the Catholic Extension Young Professionals of Boston.
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  • Veronica

    Here in south Texas, we don’t have a lot of snow days! But I remember the first time I ever saw snow. I was in my first year of teaching, and my father and stepmom took my younger siblings and me on a Thanksgiving trip to west Texas. We left on a bitterly cold Thursday morning, and arrived 10 hours later to our destination. The next afternoon, a cold front moved in, and snow began to fall through the night. At midnight we went out and could see the mountaintops dusted with snow. I thanked God for the beauty that He created for us. I’ll never forget that trip.

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