Meditation in Snow and Silence

I was walking through the woods, surrounded by towering pines that were covered in a thick icing of fresh powdery snow. The fluffy flakes drifted onto my exposed face as I hiked down the path deserted of all sound and humans. Other than my breath and the trickle of the stream that wound its way next to the path, it was pure silence. The kind of noiselessness that only comes under water or falling snow.


There is a feeling that comes in this quiet where I can meditate under the mantra of nature, with only the sound of the stream and the occasional call of wildlife to remind me that I am not completely alone out here. Pristine beauty in a place where certainly others have walked, but they, like me, walked softly, not wanting to leave more than a temporary trace in a slowly disappearing footprint in the snow.

trees-in-aspenweb While the private jets begin to arrive and the hustle and bustle of the Aspen holiday season marches into full swing, I am here, in the quiet and poetic solace of a place worthy of the words of Thoreau’s, On Walden Pond, a moment when I am completely present in time and surroundings.  Breathe, walk, I think about my life, I have a chat with my mother, knowing well that she must be walking next to me as this was a scenario that she loved.


I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.  – Henry D. Thoreau


I walk out from the forest revived, centered and filled with gratitude. This is a beautiful world.


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