“We want to be filled with wonder and with praise, as our Lady’s heart was filled with wonder and praise. In the cave at Bethlehem she was filled with wonder. And under the Cross she was filled with wonder. This is the invitation of Advent, that we should not misuse that sense of wonder that God has put into every human heart. Let us never be filled with dark wonder at the things that go wrong and the things that are wrong, but let us be filled with wonder that God can make all things right and that he will, if we allow him. Let us be filled with the greatest wonder that he chose to come in such guise that we could hold him to our hearts, that he became small enough for us to take into our arms. May we be filled with wonder at God’s love, at God’s forgiveness, at God’s unswerving hope in us. Let us never misuse wonder, this faculty that we shall take into eternity.” (Mother Mary Francis)
“We are a breathless people, dressed as a bride in frosted satin, waiting at the altar for the Groom who bleeds red to save us from our fate.”
Two days of an icy prairie fog
and every blade of grass, and twig,
and branch, and every stretch
of wire, barb, post and staple,
is a knot or a threat in a lace
of the purest white. To walk
is like finding your way through a wedding dress, the sky
inside it cold and satiny;
no past, no future, just the now
all breathless. Then a red bird,
like a pinprick, changes everything.
~ Ted Kooser, “Hoarfrost” in Kindest Regards: New and Selected Poems
When the landscape emerges in the morning light frost-bitten, all iced up and white-crisp, I yearn for color, any color, to reappear with the day’s thawing out. My breath hangs like a cloud in the dry air as I crunch my way to the barn, living proof that I breathe for another day even though too many others right now can not.
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Because some days you just need to relisten to that song that always brings you to tears.
Stunning photography and her usual wonderful writing from Emily.
feels like a day
to unplug the dryer
laundry on the line
in the back yard
next to the busy street
where all the truckers
and school kids
but i don’t
have a clothes line.
~LW Lindquist “today”
Through the window I see
Her, my neighbour.
She hangs his shirt.
It thunders in the breeze.
Clasped by a clothespin
Beside her pale dress.
Side by side, they move.
The clothespin is all
That holds them
~Ronda Bower “The Clothespin”
Silken web undulates,
a lady’s private wash
upon the wind.
We do have a clothesline that I use several times a week to take advantage of sunlight, breezes, fresh air fragrance – all at no cost but the time it takes to carry laundry outside, hang it up with my ancient clothespins, and then pull it back down at the end…
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“Will our appreciation of beauty be seen now for what it is, a gift, the enjoyment of which should not be confined to an annual holiday? Will it become again what it once was: a part of our everyday lives, the wisdom of the past offered to us.” ~C.R.Milne
A bit of beauty for this Sunday.
“. . . We turn amazed
To see the ones beside us, face to face,
As living icons, sacraments of grace.” (Malcolm Guite)
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