Beauty in Small Things

As most of you are aware, I am a nature lover. Years ago, before I got sick, for almost a decade, I was a year-round wilderness guide/outdoor educator spending much of my year outdoors exploring and travelling wilderness areas. Then one summer I got mononucleosis and never recovered.  While I was diagnosed with M.E./CFS just 7 months later, I also likely had POTS from the get-go, a form of orthostatic intolerance. I was only recently diagnosed officially with POTS.

My point? Like many of us with M.E., the disease is severe enough we lose much of our lives and are more often than not, no longer able to work.  I lost my home, job, almost all my hobbies, and because I had to move, my social life and even some of my friends.

This was 15 years ago now.  However, despite years of usually being home-bound and often bed or couch-bound, I'm still a nature/outdoors lover.  I explore the outdoors in my memory, imagination, through my art, and through the window. On occasion I'm lucky enough to get out to local 'wild' areas.  I  live in a pretty amazing spot nature-wise - the nearest large city over 300 KM away - here we are surrounded by lakes, forest, rock etc.

We also have cold long winters. When I was a winter guide/instructor I loved winter.  Compared to summer, the wilderness areas were almost empty of humans.  There is a beauty in the boreal winter that is hard to describe - the sound of the snow beneath your boots or skis, the stories left by wildlife through fresh animal tracks, the purple-blue skies and sunsets.  (Not to mention we got to travel with sled dogs).

Unfortunately, I don't enjoy or appreciate winter like I once did.  My house is poorly insulated and draughty.  People with M.E and POTS have trouble with temperature control (due to dysautonomia or autonomic dysfunction) and so in winter I'm almost never warm despite always wearing long underwear, multiple layers, and a hat or hoody even indoors.

Despite living fairly north for much of my life (north is relative), the other morning I woke up to a surprise. The trees, fences and plants were covered in hoar frost.  It's frost that forms right from water vapour (gas to solid) when it's quite cold but also misty or foggy.  I walked all around the yard taking photos and I even drove to a nearby park to take a few shots.  I was awestruck. This was a magical experience, the frost was just beautiful.