A couple of quotations from Belden Lane's "Backpacking with Saints"--which I am reading right now. I find both of these relevant to my experiences here in Florida--well, not the snow, but certainly the radical amazement:
Accepting what is--for what it is--is the place to start.
I hear nothing through the night, waking at dawn to a stillness that is almost unnerving. Opening the tent flap, I'm astonished by four inches of snow blanketing the landscape and covering the tent. It had fallen silently through the night, a white coverlet softening the edges of everything. I sit at the tent door looking out into a world that summons me to radical amazement. The wonder of things is suddenly, patently apparent.