A couple of days ago, while waiting for the kettle to boil, I enjoyed the view from my kitchen window and thought about how snow muffles sound when it cushions the ground.
It's like anything used to cover up anything. We cushion something (or ourselves) in order to protect or muffle sounds and sensations. It takes courage to allow ourselves to reveal what it looks like to be really alive, to be vulnerable, to make noise.
My good friend, Mikaya Heart, talks about this in her new book, Life, Lies, and Sex - A User's Guide to Being in a Body.