Mary wasn’t woo-woo, but she did practice occasional magic.
Snow in Delaware is rarely guaranteed. Mary grew up in central Pennsylvania and loved the white stuff, so helping it along with some fun has been a family tradition.
Last night the forecast was for anything from freezing rain to sleet to snow. Again, in Delaware, that means a messy, freezing mix. To combat the forecast, my sons employed our magic trick.
First, pajamas must be worn inside out. As unschoolers, there’s a 15 percent chance that’s already the case. Next, a candle is lit and a spoon is placed under each pillow. The last step is the most important part because it’s the silliest. An ice cube is placed in the toilet after the evening’s business is done. Approximately eight cubes were used last night for good measure.
A modest blanket of snow greeted me before I stepped outside for Wim Hof Method Breathing. Sleet gently pelted me through the practice and it fell like music through the branches. I felt a connection to God and His Creation, I felt the magic of the Holy Spirit move through me.
As I sit now, writing in the warmth of our dining room, the sleet has changed back to snow. Mary’s magic. This room has become the place I feel her most. The magnolia she loved so much stands through the picture window before me. Evergreen and beautiful all year, its deep green leaves collect the snow perfectly.
These moments may be the best part of grief, when the soul of a loved one reaches down from Heaven in comfort. I can smile and cry and feel her magic.
