At the icicles hanging from the tree,
glistening with life
For one brief moment
I am suspended in time
Able to let go of all my strife
By seeing how they dazzle with infinite beauty
and unknowable wisdom
Of their being able to just be
As I look more deeply
My eyes wondrously see
How the full moon catches them
At just the right angle
and with just enough light
To give me a new view
Of how beautiful Winter truly can be
By simply letting go of what is untrue--Savanah Skye
We began it early with a lovely fire roaring in our stone fireplace, snuggled in with mugs of cocoa, frothed to a frenzy, by our favorite cappacunio pump purchased in Italy. Our reading aloud companion of the moment is C.S. Lewis, essays on prayer.
I awoke this morning to the slow dance of winter. The signs were everywhere, from the frigid 0 degree reading on my brass thermometer, to icycles--their spindly fingers suspended in a frozen still life--creating a fantastic one-of-a-kind art work, dangling off my roof. It is only fitting for this day to unravel slowly and simply, in celebration of this happy occasion--Saturday. And this is not just any Saturday, this is a Saturday with no comittments other than enjoying our lovely covenant home and life together during a quiet winter season.
In keeping with s-l-o-w and e-a-s-y, a brunch featuring fresh apples, pan-seared with a touch of lemon juice, cinnamon and brown sugar, will start the day.
For dinner, a medly of brightly colored fresh baked veggies, served alongside an assortment of good cheeses and Greek olives, has already been prepared. The rest of the day will unfold however it chooses, and I--for one--am relishing that.