first snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“You wake up on a winter morning and pull up the shade, and what lay there the evening before is no longer there–the sodden gray yard, the dog droppings, the tire tracks in the frozen mud, the broken lawn chair you forgot to take in last fall. All this has disappeared overnight, and what you look out on is not the snow of Narnia but the snow of home, which is no less shimmering and white as it falls. The earth is covered with it, and it is falling still in silence so deep that you can hear its silence. It is snow to be shoveled, to make driving even worse than usual, snow to be joked about and cursed at, but unless the child in you is entirely dead, it is snow, too, that can make the heart beat faster when it catches you by surprise that way, before your defenses are up. It is snow that can awaken memories of things more wonderful than anything you ever knew or dreamed.”

 

Frederick Buechner

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a certain light

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

there’s a different feel to November

now that the days are shorter

and the leaves are on the ground

 

 

 

 

bestowal

 

 

 

 

 

I have her hands

 

to hold her stories

 

 

 

 

 

 

acceptance

 

 

 

 

 

 

if wrinkles were flowers

we’d all welcome them

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

rare moments of clarity

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 that day by the lake

 quietly absorbing the color and light