Bloom Where You're Planted, Even If It's Covered In Snow.

Mom had been gone for just under twelve hours before things started to go downhill.

First, I went into the ditch. Forty minutes of shoveling later, a neighbor took pity on me in my snowy state and kindly pulled me out, much to my embarrassment.

That same day, my dad took a spill on the trails and ended up dislocating his clavicle, tearing his rotator cuff, and pulling a hammy.

And Mom had just left the day before! She really does hold the family together.

Things looked pretty dim there the start of the week, but as the week wore on, I realized that I am exactly where I need to be, when I need to be.

Think about it. If I hadn't been here, Dad would be alone with no one to care for him (and there's lots to care for with a guy with one arm).

If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to enjoy the dumping of snow we've recently been receiving.

If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to fan girl with my dad whenever a good basketball game was on and we wouldn't be able to shout out: "Atomic athleticism! He drilled that three and obliterated the interior!"

If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to enjoy spin classes with my mom and daily trips to Coffee Roasters.

And most importantly, I wouldn't be able to give all my love to my cat. Fudge without daily attention is a catastrophe just waiting to happen.

You see, what matters most is the moment of now. I can live hanging on to the past, weeping through photo albums, and I can anxiously worry about the future; or, I can live effortlessly in the gift of the present. Everything happens for a reason, and I truly believe that being in Alaska right now is where I'm meant to be. My presence is helping others (Mom, Dad, Fudge) and I think that the break truly is allowing me to consider my next steps with thorough and careful thought.

It took Mom leaving and my dip into the ditch for me to figure that out, but better late than never!

Plus, you simply cannot beat a tromp through fresh snow in lovely thirty degree weather...

Forever home sweet home...

Snowy Surprise.

I woke to the silent and steady snowfall of a pure Alaskan winter.

Ain't that a treasure.

As easy as it is to simply admire the scene from the comfort of my bed, I find that too much of a good thing isn't always a good thing, and I've spent far too much time cooped up in my bed.

Plus, I have an entire closet full of clothing just whining to be worn and enjoyed, and dressing up always does wonders on my mood.

The power of lightly applying lipstick, the sensation of a zipper sliding up just right so the clothes hug your body like they're made especially for you, and the feeling of standing a few inches taller in stilettos is magical and it still puts a smile on my face. It reminds me of when I was a little girl dressing up in my mom's heels and negligee.

Dressing old schooled, my mom and I walked into the snowy scenery and were taking pictures as usual when all of a sudden, I heard crackling behind me.

I had attracted the attention of one such moose and his photo bombs were most amoosing.

Guess I wasn't the only one enjoying the splendor of snow! 

What a surprise indeed..

I moose admit, it was nice to have some bona fide Alaskan company...

Now I moose say goodbye! Until next time. Enjoy the snow, Boris..