our beauty. It fell and fell, lacing day
and night together in a milky haze,
making everything quieter as it fell,
so that winter seemed to partake of
religion in a way no other season did,
Even after six decades, for me there's nothing quite like getting up in the morning and discovering it's been snowing as you slept. This snowy scene on Holywell Street (below), was what greeted me when I pulled back the curtains a week ago, early on Sunday morning. The snow was coming down hard and fast, and I knew right away it was a snow day!.
falls from the sky - unbidden -
and seems like a thing of wonder.
|New College & Holywell Street|
dressed in December snow.
It was a busy Sunday morning, with a big breakfast to clean-up, and guests checking out, leaving mounds of laundry. But there was no one coming in that day so once our chores were done, the entire afternoon was going to be all ours. We rushed through them so we could get out into the snow as soon as possible. And a beautiful snow it was.
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed
slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again.
~Bill Morgan, Jr.
because we will not come to harm.
And if we wrapped up against
the cold, we wouldn’t feel other
things, like the bright tingle of the
stars, or the music of the Aurora,
or best of all the silky feeling of
moonlight on our skin.
It’s worth being cold for that.
~Philip Pullman, Northern Lights
That brings to our cheeks the ruddy glow...
~Gertrude Tooley Buckingham,
"The Four Seasons" (1940s)
The first thing to greet us at the park were
many happy snowmen and women,
each with their own personality and
wearing the foliage of winter.
but they'll be back again one day ...
...don't cry, Karen, Frosty's not gone for good.
You see, he was made out of Christmas snow
and Christmas snow can never disappear
completely. It sometimes goes away for
almost a year at a time and takes the form
of spring and summer rain. But you can
bet your boots that when a good,
jolly December wind kisses it, it will
turn into Christmas snow all over again.
~Santa, Frosty the Snowman
|Trinity College, Oxford|
December 18, 2017
Nature is where we can go to slow time.
Deep peace of the running wave to you
Deep peace of the flowing air to you
Deep peace of the quiet earth to you
Deep peace of the shining stars to you
Deep peace of the gentle night to you
Moon and stars pour their healing light on you
Deep peace of Christ the light of the world to you
Deep peace of Christ to you ...
It's the time when all nature takes an inbreath,
outburst of spring. A time of deep, deep rest;
very deep peace. Taking time to sink into that
peace can be one of the best gifts of winter.
One of my current pet theories is
that the winter is a kind of evangelist,
more subtle than Billy Graham,
of course, but of the same stuff.
~ Shirley Ann Grau
Happy Yule, Happy Winter
and a deep peace
come upon you.