early morning hours sometimes seem like first spring days when it takes an incredible amount of energy to burst through the doldrums, the repose of winter to muster the first burst of spring – days like today, when the weight … Continue reading
despite the forecast for a tempestuous storm with high winds and snow, a closely-knit band of purple crocus crowd together to stand straight and tall in defiance of what we hope to be the final remnants of winter.
it’s time is doomed as short. the budding garlic in the cabinet promises! another little sign of hope!
that it’s snowing again!
from the coziness of covers warmed overnight by body’s life to the expected cup of tea upon rising after yet another winter storm, i give gratitude for heat in the cold and whisper a prayer surrounded by morning silence for … Continue reading
Weathering one setback after another, believing in just ways and continuing to seek with faith and to give loving care. from this emerge results of hope and Life, however small.
early morning on LI brings another whoosh of winter and another school snow day.
He curled next to the warm metal of the radiator grill in the church foyer, listening to the words of the priest saying Mass and for a brief, disoriented moment, he escaped the cold of his homelessness.
sun-dog prisms slip day into dusk and despite the cold, i know there is ample warmth to love the world.
the cold freezes everything as still as can be. even the onset of the night in the setting sun burns with sparkles of icy coats on every branch and tree. even the cold harbors change beautifully.