It’s Sunday morning as I write this, my first blog of what I plan to be many, and a blanket of silky snow covers my corner of our Colorado world. I heard yesterday that 49 of the 50 states are blanketed with this snow, some with just traces, others with many feet. Magical feelings well up when snow starts to cover our world. It’s something beyond “snow day” and “roads closed”, it’s a return to that primitive feeling of nesting, of staying close and warm, unhurried. Perhaps, the piles of snow smothering cars and windows are womb-like, providing a comfort that radiates into feelings of well-being.