There is snow forecast for my little, tiny, VERY SMALL state of Rhode Island this afternoon, and it really could not have come at a better time.  I don't mind the cold.  But if I'm going to freeze my ass off, I'd like the scenery to be pretty. :)  Not to mention my lawn makes me a little sad and a nice white blanket covering up that train wreck would certainly improve my outlook.

Yule is around the corner and a snow-covered back yard really does make for a very moving outdoor ritual.  I find I enjoy the cold (or the heat or the rain) when I do my thang outside for Sabbats.  It stops being some external thing you must endure and starts being a physical connection to a non-physical world.  I love it when that shit happens.  I love it when my fairly logical nature is totally compromised by feelings and experiences I can't categorize or neatly explain.  I'm like the most unlikely Pagan on the planet.  But when She called me....She was NOT whispering.  It was pretty key-in-the-lock, missing-puzzle-piece, you-complete-me kind of stuff.  It was the one and only leap of faith I have ever made.  I'm not kidding when I say She just about YELLED to me.  If words had formed, it would have been something like, "HEY DUMBASS!!  LOOK OVER HERE!!"  Forehead-smacking DUH moment of all time.  It rocked.

I hope the snow lasts.  I'm planning an all-out bonfire at sundown followed by feasting and gifts. 

Here's to snow.