… and I turn to look… … and suck in my breath… … and see this: Grateful. đź’› (Manna Meditations Day 16)
Tag: snow
two ways to read it …
The Snow sings a song you can only hear in silence. It speaks to those who stand perfectly still, a primal music drumming in their chests: Be still. Be still. Be still. Be still … I think we both know I’m not really talking about snow. ❤
one for the weary …
(…because we’re all still children sometimes … frenzied… exhausted… in stubborn rebellion against that old human need for Rest…) Blown snow. White, not yet wet — sifted sugar. Airspun, storm-sung: it beds down gentle, tucks the lawn in tight, settling over the branches like a soft hand on a forearm: Hush… Rest now. Just be. […]
the thaw …
When the thaw happens, it happens all at once. * Almost two months ago now. We go walking in the woods:  me, T and two dear friends.  New-fallen snow lines every limb and leaf.  The light is pale silver; the air cold, but not too cold. Like Winter is making up its mind. * We have […]
the unflinching honesty of fresh snow…
I go out walking in the white — shocked, as always, at how it erases what came Before…  And how it reveals whatever came After. On its clean slate, I can see clearly the crease made by the wing of a low-flying bird.  The tracks of even the most soft-footed fox.  The bullethole of each […]
Whiteout …
Watch the snow come… Watch it swallow the blue hills… Watch it erase the horizon, snuff the sound of the day in silence: Watch me fill the silence with song. ❤
February Love, A Few Warm Thoughts, & a Prediction or Two…
It’s been almost two weeks since I ended my last series, The Secret Messages Project, and if you’re a regular reader (I know that I do, in fact, have a small handful of those now), you might be wondering what happens next. Me, too. So I thought I’d take today to tell you a little […]
The Star City, Wearing White: Day Thirty-Seven
(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city.  Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge:  each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place.  And then I’m going to tell you about it.  If you want to follow my journey, start here.  Today is Day Thirty-Seven). Today, […]
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