Recognizing love

There’s something about a snowy landscape that feels almost holy.

The way it quiets the world.

The way it softens edges.

The way everything becomes simple, white, still.

When I look at snow and feel that deep ache of beauty in my chest, I know I’m experiencing awe. And awe is one of the purest ways we encounter something greater than ourselves. In those moments, time slows. My nervous system softens. The noise in my mind fades. I feel held.

When I say, “God is my boyfriend,” I mean that I experience the Divine as intimate. Close. Loving. Not distant or demanding — but relational. Present. Personal.

I’m not worshipping snow.

I’m responding to wonder.

And maybe that’s what faith really is — not rules or religion, but allowing yourself to be touched by beauty and recognizing it as love.