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Earlier this morning, I was riding over to my daughter’s house to open presents. Of course, all the businesses were closed, and there were only one or two cars on the road the whole way. A heavy dense fog had settled on the mountains and down on the road, and I felt like the only person around. The earth shrouded in fog and mystery. It seemed fitting for a winter solstice/Christmas time of celebration. I rather liked it.
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It’s February 3rd and 64 degrees in western North Carolina. Naturally, the japonicas and forsythias think it’s spring and are full of buds and the occasional bloom or two. This is definitely not the February I remember when I was a kid living around here fifty (gasp!) years ago. There are supposed to be snow showers next week so I’m not sure what will happen with these spring shrubs. Don’t get me wrong, I love spring and get a case of its fever as bad as the next person. There used to be the occasional unseasonably warm day, but I don’t remember so many of them back then as there are now and seems like we got a lot more snow back in the “olden days.” Here in the southern mountains where I live, we often are on the line between just above freezing and slightly below, so an average temperature rise of 2 or 3 degrees over the years definitely can affect our weather. Maybe spring really is just around the corner — Punxsutawney Phil didn’t see his shadow yesterday — but either way, over my lifetime in these mountains the seasons are definitely changing.
Beautiful, quiet, peaceful, even if somewhat inconvenient.
While every day is a “holy day” in my view, Sunday is a special day for a lot of folks, so I thought I’d share my own sacred Sunday…..
Enjoying God in my own way today, in perfect silence and gratitude. Who needs books and words right now?
To be honest, I’m not a big fan of snow any more. When I was a kid, I craved snow days, but that was probably more about missing school than playing in the snow. I absolutely cannot drive in the stuff. Yesterday, I got home just as the gravel driveway was starting to turn white but it hadn’t started sticking on the paved roads yet, and it wasn’t slippery then. But early this morning with no traffic on the road, standing outside in the snow, it was just so pretty and so quiet, like when I go out on the porch really late at night when people are in bed, no cars are out making noise, and I look up at that sky full of stars, and it all feels so, well holy and just kind of “wholly” connected and pretty amazing.
The good news is the sun is out now, the temperature is up, and most of the snow has melted already except a little in the back of the house where the sun hasn’t really hit it yet today. It’s mostly slush now, though.
I really enjoy those kind of quiet, deep moments when I just feel intensely connected to God, to all.
Hope you’re enjoying your day wherever you are!
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