My goodness, the snow is falling, and falling, and falling…
We’ve sent an email notice out to the congregation that the Religious Education program is canceled, although if people decide to sled in, the DRE & her assistant will provide an ad hoc program. Our intern minister has sworn she will be here to preach her second sermon – if to an empty house. Not a bad initiation into the vagaries of the ministerial life, I think. Our music director, coming from a very long distance, has already arrived, although she can’t guarantee any other from the choir or the sacred dance troupe that was going to enhance our deep Winter neo-pagan celebration. (Being good UUs we’ve already honored Hanukkah, and Christmas observations follow next week…)
Me, my major concern is learning the coffee master who lives in Cambridge sent me a note saying not even for the sake of coffee… So, we’re on our own.
I’m about to make my way out into the cold. It’s only a mile away. But it does look like it’s going to be a long mile…
While I hate from the soles of my feet ice, I have to admit the beauty of it all, the power of being slowed down, the majesty of life flowing on whatever I think or plan or desire, really is something lovely.
Of course, that’s before I don the hat and gloves and heavy outer coat and make my way ever so carefully into the two inches an hour the local weather station says is currently accumulating…
So, where ever you are, perhaps the call from this corner of the universe is:
slow down a bit.
enjoy a cup of hot chocolate, if you can.
notice what’s about.
in the midst of danger and difficulty, something beautiful is presenting itself.
All we have to do, is notice.
I have learned the litany of my life,
the pattern of repetitions orders
and imprisons.
I have learned more than I ever
wanted to know, dream
back into innocence,
life clean of regret and the sky
not darkened
yet today reels me in and what remains,
a crumb on a platter a snow-
covered roof pale winter light
is cause for celebration.
Even my bitter mouth
cannot ask for more than this
my heart beating in its cage
my hands unclenching.
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