The first rays of dawn revealed a mountain range that had not existed the night before. The image was something totally new—snow-capped hills like the foothills of the Rockies. Was I awakening in a cabin in Glacier National Park? I had seen this morning sky years ago when mountains were a novel sight to this Ohio flatlander. It was in August when snow on mountains seemed like an utter impossibility, a fascinating sight that fastened my eyeballs to the mystery. Again this morning I was fascinated. The sun gleamed and dazzled on the top of the mountain of clouds, granite-solid. The corn-stubbled field behind our house proudly sported long necklaces of jewels. Cold winds and frozen sun stirred up little blizzards of cascading beauty. Unknown bird song pierced the silence. What had been a breath-taking purple-orange-pink spectacle for months never appeared before today, captured in a dungeon of white vastly more beautiful than morning’s freedom. Barren trees predicted spring dogwood flowers as they glistened in glory covering barren branches. Showers of snow dripped and dropped from the trees. Was it snowing again? No, but a blessed sight to which I clung, knowing the spring equinox was lurking close behind.
“To live is to be slowly born.”
Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Sunflower Seeds
Celebrating Everyday Spirituality
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The glistening trees by NDA were absolutely gorgeous. I was so glad that the Sisters from India who were visiting us had a chance to experience this as well as playing in their first snow ever the night they arrived.