Snow, to me, is magickal. There’s something mysterious and enchanted about the way it looks, feels, falls, tickles your nose with crystalline snowflakes, and drapes the Earth with a blanket of refreshing purity. It creates a white wonderland that makes you believe in Jack Frost and his mischievous ways – especially when you stumble upon unusual snow creations, frosted trees and stones, and hand sculpted icicles. You can almost feel him lurking in the dense forest that closes behind you.

Yesterday morning we woke to an overnight enchanted white forest from our first snow storm. There was about eight inches after a continued morning fall and much more at the tops of the mountains. Everything draped in white was a sure sign Jack Frost had whistled his song of Winter through the Autumn painted trees that have been quickly letting the wind put them to Earth slumber.

I’m like a little kid on Christmas every time I see snow and run around from window to window to take all the beauty in. There’s nothing like spending a cozy morning by the fireplace watching the snow and enjoying a vegan latte and my homemade muffins with the fur babies and Dave.

It’s like Christmas everyday. And it’s so good for the environment to get all the moisture we and nature need. I hope this is a good snow year.

Having grown up in southern California where weather was year-round moderate, living in the mountains with the four seasons is such a gift to me and nurtures my Faery heart. I’m a Winter baby, born in February, and until I moved to the mountains I didn’t know what that truly meant.

Of course we decided to immerse in the beautiful stillness and grace of wandering powdered forests with our first snow shoeing adventure of the season.

It was as if Jack Frost set it all up with us in mind, as the mountain top vistas were full of mystery and shifting light, and the dense forests would drape around us with snowy arms that kissed my skin. It was all so silent you could only hear the song of the mountain chickadees and the tiny tussle of snow from the Unseens.

Each new terrain we looked out over and journeyed through was ethereal and dreamy…and yet it was all so very tangible by every one of the senses.

Wandering a snow-covered mountain through forests and meadows is enough to make you believe that magick is real.

And to add to the surreal made real, were the above experiences I caught on video of chickadee magick.

I’ve shared before about the gifts they have given me in being able to commune with them so close. They always fly around me when I’m in their presence and talking to them and they often visit me when I’m working in the garden – even briefly landing on my shoulder. There’s something so beautiful in feeling their fragile wild touch. It’s what my Faery heart is made of.

I normally haven’t been able to capture this experience, but yesterday was unique, as you can see in the videos. I wasn’t feeding them, nor had food on me because I never feed wild animals, but look how playful, curious and brave they are.

Mountain chickadees have become so special to me, living here, and I love their bold, spunky and sweet, innocent essence around me when I’m in the garden and out in the forest. They are very social and playful, filled with joy, and although tiny and fragile in appearance, they are tough and adaptable to the harshest of cold winter elements. Many believe them to bring good fortune and to be keepers of wisdom. I love their sweet songs that remind us that beauty and riches are found in the simplest of things and that hope and love is worthy of always nurturing and believing in.

I hope you enjoy their purity and the magick of these moments that nurture the heart to believe and encourage continued hope.

I find that the incredible and unbelievable are happening more and more these days and refuse to keep hidden any longer for any of us.