Today, Thursday, February 4, 2021
I sit writing THIS blog post, for Friday, February 12.
Snow stills everyone and everything; weather forecasters caution “reducing visibility.”
We literally peer out at trillions and trillions and trillions of snowflakes transforming before our very eyes …
flakes frolicking with furry-friended squirrels …
dances of universal peace to land adrift …
flakes literally bouncing while grounding among their own …
waves of the tiniest flecked flakes strewn as dust off rooftops …
light, large lazy flakes gently, playfully entertaining one another on world stage …
heavy, wet flakes determined to down directly with diligence …
popcorn flakes hopping in all directions: north, south, east, west, above, below …
Lingering longer in stillness … snow settles illuminating
an image of the miniscule $1.9 trillion COVID relief
transformed to drip, drip, drip, drip, dripping icicles hanging off the eave spout …
Surely, we humans can creatively co-mission getting us back in commission.
—Ann Jackson, PBVM, Prairiewoods spiritual services coordinator
