She came to her truth on a chilly morning. The snow was moving in as heavy clouds crept over the mountains. She watched it coming: ominous and encompassing but she knew its presence would be light when it surrounded her.
She craved summer skies or a spring thunderstorm rather than the layers of snow set to bury her world. The elements were out of her control and so she trusted what was to come as a lesson, as grace, as a gift.
She felt ill prepared and considered what she could do to be ready. She stocked up on supplies and got out for one last run. She had the comfort of warm blankets to mirror the insulation and silence the snow brought. She welcomed the isolation. She never worried about being alone.
She resigned to the storm and would weather the weather. She'd come alive in the day. Trusting herself, her universe, the experience of this life to deliver, over and over, reasons to rise up and overcome.