Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance.
~ Morgan Freeman
These snow days are sweet with wonder. The white carpet ensconces us warmly, allowing a deep simmering. The simmering distills to peace.
A soul distilled from simmering shimmers with radiance reflecting the peace within.
Sweet, soft glow across the snow. Oneness of white.
“There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.” – Joseph Wood Krutch
“Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.” -George W. Bungay
There is radiance here
in these unfolding years.
Alone-ness widens perspective.
Solitude forms a presence.
In the quietness the trees share their secrets
and the ravens tell their tales.
The mountains form the foundation of everything,
while the big sky holds them in a warm embrace.
The stilled mind cascades into wonder.
That is where the radiance lies, shimmering in that wonder.
I stay there now as often as I can.