The silentness of snow never fails to amaze me

Falling so thick and fast yet without the slightest sound

I watch its fat flakes bright white against the darkest of skies

With only the naked winter trees to bear witness

And us
It is so beautiful 

I have been like a kid at Christmas awake all night checking 

peeking through the curtains 

Filled with anticipation 

To see if it was here.

It’s coming down thicker and heavier now

Carpeting the earth

Muffling the earth

And suddenly the clouds move and the light changes

The world emerges in all its details 

A cluster of jackdaws settling in the top of the old Ash

And a child’s giggles greet the world.

Heavy, Dark and Slow

Such negatively charged words

It is such a shame

They offer so many of their own delights

Just as many as Light and Quick

If only we could learn to appreciate the full yin Yang circle 

In its fullness, both sides and all that’s between.

Lying here in a warm nest of blankets 

Accompanied by two dozing cats

And watching the weather on this wintry morning 

Comes close to bliss for me

But then, I find watching the weather unclouds the mind in every season.

I can’t move,

The silence is almost deafening 

My deepest being just yearns to sit here 

in the bare naked silence of this moment

And revel in it

Let’s it’s fullness, or emptiness, envelop me

Wash over and through me, 

Cleanse me

Hold me

My ears open open open

Broadening my mind

And my whole body follows suit

Releasing its inward clench

The settled snow picks out and defines the upper surface of the trees outstretched branches

Only at this time of year, do we get to admire this exquisite architecture

A dog gambols and races excitedly through the falling snow

Joh & exhilaration in motion

While the cats stay curled and cosy

There are many ways to make the most of any season.

“Why are you so afraid of silence?” Asks Rumi

“ Silence is the root of everything.

If you spiral into its void a hundred voices will thunder messages you long to hear.”

Contact with the sacred occurs in the stillness of the heart and mind.
If there is any real destination to the spiritual quest,

it is the point of silence,

the middle of the spiral,

the centre of the self….

The only map that does the spiritual traveller any good is the one that leads to the centre.

Christina Baldwin

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