going skiing next week :)

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ going on forest walks in the snow ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

• forgiving is the hardest thing to do •

ciinnamonbunn:

Snowy Thoughts

Last season was a lot of firsts: first full snowboarding season, first box, first rail, first time in VT, first time over 30 mph, first 3 mile run (on a board), first cracked helmet, first collision with a skier, first black diamond, first double black. Crazy how much your life can change in a few months! Got to know and love a group of badasses with the biggest hearts and ironclad livers.

I never thought I would want to hit anything park EVER - why would I want to hit anything metal??- until I met a female snowboarder that inspired and EMPOWERED me. I hit my first box the very next day because of her, and I’m so lucky to call her a good friend now. Female empowerment and representation matters so much!

So excited for this next season and upcoming winter!!

Snowy landscape from imagination.

snowgirl

winter break is just losing your memory on the car back home and waking up with 78 new poems in the notes app when your brain turns back on

An All Hallows’ Snow || 10.31.19

A little taste of spring

Hello dear ranger, remember as you walk along the path covered in Moss draping the cobblestone as a mosaic much as you wish to turn back. Think of how far you’ve come. Think of the little taste of spring, The little taste of spring. What is that you may ask? That is a little bit of crisp fresh air and morning dew hitting your face as you inhale the valley in front of you. Remember as you watch, the berries grow off of my My sister, she will guide you safely through your clearing in your path. Do not be afraid. Do ranger to also take a rest as needed when you tire, remember as you lay down your head next to fields and woods of animals playing as you listen to the birds trip their last chirp before their rain comes. You know dear ranger there is a saying when it comes to March the month of which we’re in it goes on but there’s also another saying some people choose to say in like a lion out like a lamb that also apply to many other months. You’ve scaled mountains and climbed peaks. You’ve danced with ghosts in the past few weeks, but also you’ve listened to stories of bakers and potters and little Millers who live with their daughters. But dear ranger, remember that this is almost the end of a very deep winter. It’s not quite spring but once it is it will be the beginning. Life is going to flourish and so are you so do not give up to your ranger for there is another year in stored for you.

A sleep in a tavern

Dear Ranger, As you lay on your feathered pillow listening to the wind of a cold winter’s night. Think of your travel. Think of the beginning in a small little village in a small little country. Out in the open. Think of the steps you have climbed,The creatures you befriended, The ones you traded with, And the ones you passed. Think of the sun as it shined through the trees or the meadows you saw straw sticking out of. Think of the doe as she lay with her child. Think of the winter cold as it swept in touching all with a chilly kiss. Think dear Ranger as you pay for your lodgings. Being indoors does not make you less outdoors it can be an adventure as much inside an inn as it is out there. Think dear Ranger before you dream of the winter festival you enjoyed with the villagers of this new town. Now dream dear ranger drift off in your river of sleep. And for you dear ranger have a sweet dream of your happy holiday.

A remembrance of winter.

Dear ranger remember the air of winter as you sit on the stone wall at the edge of the woods. With crisp air breaking in and out of your frozen nose as your hands run over every finger of the other for heat. Oh dear ranger remember the love you had for the fall before as you danced amongst the stones with ghosts in the highlands listening to their instruments. Remember the warmth of summer as you lounged on hills watching horses drink from creeks below as you chewed on fresh corn you traded the farmer for. Remember finally the fresh scent of spring the rain of a rebirth after the dead in the snow. Now dear ranger as you sit on your stone wall running your fingers over eachother look to the sky for your next adventure. We woods will stay as you travel through us once more. Waiting to flourish for your spring. So go along now dear ranger were waiting for you.

A rangers dream of winter

As you bed down for the night above the cover of your bed roll think. Think of the beauty in which summer has but dream, dream of winter. The time in which the earth is asleep. The plants and animals dream of a summer while you are awake traveling through cold terrains. Watching birds hop about in the snow as frost lands on your eye lashes. Dream of the fog forming from your breath as you see a distant town as it escapes your lips from a grin. Dream of the townsfolk decorating for holidays as you travel through thanking them for generosity. The image of meeting others in a small tavern over warm bowls of soup with thickened broth from baked bread crumbs and potatoes. The smells oh the smells of the spices from holiday drinks as you sit in your chair and pay your fee before leaving with extra soup and bread to go. The crunch of snow freshly fallen under your feet as you look up at the bright sky. Somewhere between night and day. Finally as you make your way to the campsite you set up you rest your head next to your fire. As you awake again in summer. But you see the bird fly over again and remember your dream of winter.

love you snow much <3