I am looking out on my front yard that is so covered with snow that the sidewalk, driveway and even the street all flow together into one. The falling snow is covering all the imperfections and scars on the earth with a Snuggly of white. If you listen closely, you just might hear that rose bushs out front snoring ever so gently.
All of the sad, broken, misused and crumbling parts of the world are covered with white. It seems that white even connects neighbors here, no street lines to separate us, no delineations to keep us on one side or the other.
There are some who industriously go out with the snow blower, or the really industrious with a snow shovel, and attempt to remove or just move some of the snow. I am not sure why, when it is still falling. Mother Nature must be rolling on the ground laughing at man’s puny attempts to “fix” her snowfall. It almost seems like a futile attempt to me, not to mention a waste of gasoline and effort!
DaBoys went out this morning, for their morning patrol of the back yard. A bit grumpy because Momma said they had to wear coats. Pepper was almost going to just stand in the sun room and wait for Mom to give in a take the blasted thing off, but his bladder got the best of him. Yuri, on the other hand, tried to shake off the coat, which didn’t budge it one millimeter, shrugged and went out to make sure the Squirrel Squad had not invaded in the middle of the night. They put their own personal mark on their part of the world. Paw prints flowing from the deck to the back yard and back. (DaBoys paw prints first left their mark across my heart. The ones in the snow are replicas.)
I guess that is what the Snow Removal Core is doing outside in the front. Putting their mark on their corner of the world. It is what has driven mankind for his whole existence on the earth. Making a mark to show “I was here”; sort of like a collective “Kilroy was here”. A point of making a stand, of shouting into the darkness, of leaving our own footprints on the earth somewhere.
This winter scape outside is oddly beautiful to me today. The snow is pristine still. The world is quiet in its white winter garment. DaBoys are snoozing and snoring in union with the roses out the front window. It has a cloak of peace about it. A time for writing and reflecting on the ways of God as he puts the outside world to sleep for a while. A time to slow down, to quiet the inner chatter of myself.
I find that I have passed a huge slice of today just watching the snow fall. Just watching. That’s all. Not thinking, not analyzing, not categorizing, not moving, not planning, not worrying—just watching.
Maybe that is what I came here for, to find the ability to just look, really look and drink in the sight of what I see. To notice the small things, to notice how they fit into the big things, to absorb the continuity of all things together. To find the knowing that all things have the place only they fit. To come to the revelation that not every place is a permanent place—some are just stops on the way to home—to learn a lesson only that place can tell.