The cold frosty crystals of snow descends and quiet resonates throughout the neighborhood.  Winter stillness teaches us just to be.  To be, not to be doing.

Icy roads remind us of our fragility, laugh at our assumptions of the power to move on the earth.  Transportation ceases and we sit looking at ourselves with the question–what are we doing here?

Frantic illusions of holiday essentials crack and shatter like ice falling from the rooftop.  Needs supersede desires and we huddle around the furnace grates, praising the oil and the heat and the blankets.

Dawn continues.  The Mountain cannot help but blush at her naked rising in the east, and She dances with the morning veils above the lake.

I swirl in stillness at Her soothing Presence.