We woke a bit late this morning, a small miracle in itself for our eyes to not fly open before dawn… to a snow-dusted, sun-bleached farm. Much kinder than the usual thick cloak of ice, this snow was dancing and whooshing past us in great, billowy, magical plumes of white. The winds are so high and wild this week that a person might believe it to be springtime in Oklahoma, not early winter. All day, when the intense, though frigid, January sun has hit the whirling snow dervishes just right, each soft, dry flake has taken on the glittering, delicate appearance of metallic confetti.
The animals are enduring the cold just fine, for which I am so grateful. Chanta, our big orange and white paint horse, is the golden glowing boy in a pale blue and silver landscape, especially when he stands directly in the sunshine. He is so beautiful. He looks how my heart feels right now… Warm and peaceful. Safe. Fat. Ready.
Our life may be on the verge of big changes once again, and that is wonderful. God has been working both Handsome and me in so many ways, healing us from old hurts, training us toward outreach, comforting us, inspiring us, knitting us tightly together… And I know deep in my well fed bones that Love will have His way. While at first glance life’s details may seem wild and unpredictable like today’s spiralling snowflakes, just shine some light on them and suddenly they are beautiful, rare blessings.
I am now off to make pie crusts for a deep dish chicken pot pie, our chosen wintry feast. The chicken breasts and garlic aromas are mingling together already . Two fresh new books are waiting for me on the love seat near the sunniest east window. Prayers for my girls, my Aunt Marion, and so many other loved ones are constantly on my lips. Gratitude is swelling big and sweet in my belly.
I hope you all are warm and safe enough to slow way down and truly enjoy this rare day. I hope you can eat food you love and cuddle people and pets you love, too. I hope your snow is glittering and your heart is fat and ready . For anything.
So many unknowns. So much Love to answer them all.
The bamboo that bends is stronger than the oak that resists.