...in the snow
Narrow is our vision to hold that it is the pleasant
expressions of nature that hold the most treasure. Narrow it is of us to wish her to share only
those expressions that suit what we wish to feel – the warmth of summer on our
face, the beauty of autumn in our eyes.
How can we believe these are the best of her offerings when the cold of
winter ushers forth the birth of spring?
Orange autumn leaves on crisp white snow.
I am sitting in the cold writing these words just so I can
be near her. My fingers and toes falling
victim to the temperature as I feel myself falling open to her wisdom, as I feel the
fog clearing from my eyes, my heart. She
invited me to sit down beside her, glorified, humbled, resurrected.
With gratitude,
Joanna
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