When winter lingers and the grey refuses to yield, the weight of the burden can be too much to bear. As though the shroudy haze is heavy. It has a weight all its own. Time and time again, now, I've watched as the last long weeks of winter call captive a spirit. Weariness smothers when light cannot navigate the clouds.
It's not a seasonal disorder. It is an annual phenomenon, when you live in the land of snow and clouds. We can discuss the occurance a time or two. We can negate the trend, but life requires light. Levity.
When reluctant she tickles the clouds back from the horizon, there the infermed lie trapped beneath the weight of greyness.
I can smell the shift that no groundhog can predict.
We wait to sow the seeds.
We wait to scrub mud splashes from windows, gloomy.
We wait to stow the mittens away for next year.
Once again, winter elected to holdfast.
In her delay, spring s-l-o-w-l-y danced into frame. There, loved ones stumble in the dense fog of gloom.
A stalled winter claims another.
Pitty.
Such a pitty.
Life cut short?
A warrior through the haze?
Their light illuminated a path for those of us left behind.
Life is but a flicker. Memory a treasure.
There's a woman who paints Bible verses. She pairs the passage with florals or elegantly laces the page border with bits of nature. I've admired her work for some time now. One image cites Daniel 3:18 and says "And if not, He is still good"
My version doesn't read the same. Some folks would get their panties in a bunch for something like that. I'm not that person. I don't need to scower the earth to find a version that reads the same as the one the artist shares. Her words and her message are clear. God is good, even in the wonky and hard. That's a message I can agree with. I'm not into the watercolors today, but a beautiful something is painted on my window. This crazy house plant (I've been known to kill more than my fair share of house plants) survived a winter that claimed several far more formidable opponents. Today she shines in the morning sun. Purple leaves, and trailing vines. Beautiful, as she hangs. I see God in this natural beauty. Keep up the good fight, friends. He is still good ;)
Man.o.man.
I'm ready for the sun to stick around for a while!
May your pastures be forever green and lush, sweet Sunshine.
It's not a seasonal disorder. It is an annual phenomenon, when you live in the land of snow and clouds. We can discuss the occurance a time or two. We can negate the trend, but life requires light. Levity.
When reluctant she tickles the clouds back from the horizon, there the infermed lie trapped beneath the weight of greyness.
I can smell the shift that no groundhog can predict.
We wait to sow the seeds.
We wait to scrub mud splashes from windows, gloomy.
We wait to stow the mittens away for next year.
Once again, winter elected to holdfast.
In her delay, spring s-l-o-w-l-y danced into frame. There, loved ones stumble in the dense fog of gloom.
A stalled winter claims another.
Pitty.
Such a pitty.
Life cut short?
A warrior through the haze?
Their light illuminated a path for those of us left behind.
Life is but a flicker. Memory a treasure.
There's a woman who paints Bible verses. She pairs the passage with florals or elegantly laces the page border with bits of nature. I've admired her work for some time now. One image cites Daniel 3:18 and says "And if not, He is still good"
My version doesn't read the same. Some folks would get their panties in a bunch for something like that. I'm not that person. I don't need to scower the earth to find a version that reads the same as the one the artist shares. Her words and her message are clear. God is good, even in the wonky and hard. That's a message I can agree with. I'm not into the watercolors today, but a beautiful something is painted on my window. This crazy house plant (I've been known to kill more than my fair share of house plants) survived a winter that claimed several far more formidable opponents. Today she shines in the morning sun. Purple leaves, and trailing vines. Beautiful, as she hangs. I see God in this natural beauty. Keep up the good fight, friends. He is still good ;)
I'm ready for the sun to stick around for a while!
