It was a most wonderful … wonder-filled way to awaken on a Sunday morning, a number of years back.
SNOW
The winter wonderland outside my windows brightened the sky, every tree touched by it’s blanket.
Though I still struggle referring to a foot of snow as a snowstorm, I have adapted fully to how so little snow can change the plans of a day (thought it is always more wonder-filled when that day is a school day).
Our plans for this Sabbath were unique to begin with.
A 4am hockey game lured me from my bed … at 6am (obviously I am not a true Canadian hockey fan).
Hubby had this Sunday off, and our plans had been to attend the church our eldest attends.
But …
the snow …
it was so …
so …
alluring …altering.
As fully adjusted Easterners who have become Westerners, we thought it might be best to not leave the safety of our warm home, and warm pajamas.
It drew us to our cozy chairs, with steaming drinks, big quilts, and highlights of the game. A lazy, Sabbath … a day of rest.
Amen
“All day our eyes could find no resting place.
Over a flood of snow sight came back
Empty to the mind. The sun
In a shutter of clouds, light
Staggered down the fall of snow.
All circling surfaces of earth were white.
No shape or shadow moved the flight
Of winter birds. Snow held earth in silence.
We could pick no birdsong from the wind.”
Wendell Berry
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