Day 313/365 Noticing

Yesterday’s snow was thick and heavy, as it often is in March. It clung heavily to everything – making for a beautiful, luminous sight this morning.

After I brought the girls to the bus stop, I felt called to the woods. There is something about being the first person to walk on a snow covered trail, with only deer tracks ahead of you, that is pure magic.

Walking in nature has almost always been a family endeavor for me…I have such fond memories of walks through the woods with my dad, especially…and with extended family…and of course, with my own children.

I have grown to love my solitary walks as well. The woods are my church, and there have been many times when within them I have found myself inspired, uplifted, and soothed. Maybe I’ve just found myself, period.

Today, however, as I walked within this winter wonderland I found myself wishing there was someone there to see it with me. It was so perfect; so quiet. Everywhere I looked the world glimmered.

I thought about that philosophial question – If a tree falls in the woods and no one is there to hear it – does it still make a sound?

If the woods are magical and no one is here to witness it with me, did I still see it? 

Suddenly it occurred to me that I had been walking the entire time with a huge smile on my face. In that moment I knew it didn’t matter whether anyone else was there – this walk was magical….and I was grateful to bear witness. 

This evening, as I sat down to write to you, I could hear two owls right outside my house, calling to each other.



They sounded so close. I went to the bottom of the stairs and called to the four little girls playing board games upstairs. My daughters are having their first double sleepover.

“Girls, come here!”

The four of them appeared at the top of the stairs, no doubt thinking – Lights out already?

“Come here, very quietly…and listen,” I said. We crept to the front door and huddled together as I held the door open to the crisp night air. They looked at me expectantly.

“Just wait,” I whispered.



The girls exchanged wide-eyed glances…grinning enormous, silent grins.

I think…

We don’t need someone else there to make the world’s magic real – just noticing it makes it so, but…

Sometimes, there’s nothing better than having someone (or four wide-eyed, grinning someones) there to experience the magic with you.

If we’re lucky, we can have both.