Snowfall

IMG_0709This morning I woke to a pristine white world.  It’s easy to appreciate the beauty of snow lining every branch and every twig when you’re snuggled up in bed.  Until you remember:

I have to drive a carpool (my kids and three others) into school this morning.

I still have a nasty cold and would much rather stay under the covers.

The old van I share?  It has no heat.  And the last I looked, the ice scraper was broken.

I used an old broom instead of a scraper and found a bent shovel to clear the driveway.  The kids got to school on time and for a little while, the snow was still tranquil, clean, white.  Until the rain came.  Drizzly rain that spotted up my glasses and melted the snow in the streets and caused huge puddles to push up against the curb.

But, in spite of the hassles, it was worth it to get out into the world.  Today I taught my first Introduction to Fiction class at Emerson College.  I asked my students to share a story about themselves– some tidbit that most people might not know.  A young woman from California talked about her first snowfall and the discovery that snow can be slippery.  Another talked about jumping off cliffs as a way to get over her fear of heights.  There was a tale of a teddy bear and an online romance, of surviving an earthquake and learning to read.

IMG_0712It wasn’t hard to see that these students were full of stories and ready to tell them, ready to read and to write and then to write some more.  For many they will experience a workshop– the chance to share their work and get feedback from other writers– for the very first time.

I remember what it felt like to wear that coat of anticipation, of excitement, when I returned to school to study writing.   Like a fresh dusting of snow on all my gray branches.

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About HomenDunRoamin

Teaching Artist & Writer: fiction, poetry & nonfiction. Recently completed work: a hybrid memoir. In progress: a novel set in an unnamed Latin American country on the brink of war. The book examines violent and nonviolent resistance and the choices women are forced to make to survive.
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7 Responses to Snowfall

  1. Pretty picture of knitting! I live in the Great Plains and I recently pushed a native Californian out of his first snowbank…poor dope had never seen snow before! Wish I could appreciate the lyrical beauty of snow like you do…but I just HATE driving on it! 😦 Still, I love the cold and would take it over hot weather any day 🙂

    • Hi Annie– Thanks for stopping by! I have tried to imagine what it must be like for someone who has never seen snow before to drive in it for the first time. My student from CA said that the reality of snow (and dealing with it) is far different than the images she had seen of it. I wish I could love the cold (like you). In spite of being born in the northeast, I love the heat and by the time February rolls around, I’m ready to return to summer dresses and sandals. Even so, I’m still in awe of fresh white snow.

  2. Margy says:

    I’m so excited that you’ve started teaching your class!

  3. Hey Margy! Thank you. My second session (of the same class) meets today and I’m looking forward to hearing stories from that group. Have your classes started? Hope you enjoy them!

  4. Jody and Ken says:

    Good luck with the class! I know about the beauty/pain in the neck juxtaposition–I had to put down my camera and spend 45 minutes shoveling our drive before I could get out. I grew up in Michigan, land of deep snows, and I suppose I’ll always come down on the beauty side of the fence. Ken

    • Thanks, Ken! I do enjoy a quiet winter walk in the snow, but my favorite way to see the stuff is through a window while stretching out beside a roaring fire (especially if I have no commitments to go anywhere!) More snow tonight– hope we won’t have too much to shovel in the morning. -Debka

  5. Barbara says:

    This was the other post I was trying to remember tonight! Loved that it was your first class and that somehow snow ended up being a blessing…

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