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.
~Japanese proverb
XOXOXOXO
Ooh, a new digital home. I like what you’ve done with the place.
It is cold and crazy windy in Austin too. Cold for us, anyway. We had an overnight visitor this weekend and spending time with her always warms my heart.
xoxo
Thanks M! I’m getting used to it here.
Thank you for reminding us to see the glittering gifts around us! All good gifts are from the Perfect Giver and you’ve reminded us to be grateful. I remember once discovering my quick clicking fingers had written in a newsletter: “God gives us fits” when I’d meant “God gives us gifts.” Hm. Which way we go through “life” comes down to how fully we trust Him! Thank you for sharing your thoughts and reminding us to keep on discovering God’s blessings each day.
Oh what a wonderful accident! Yes, fits can surely be gifts if we choose to see them. Thank you for visiting and for sharing that memory! xoxo Happy new year to you, Margery.
The poetry in your description is so aptly applied to both the weather and the emotions when approaching a new year. Thank you!
Gorgeous, gorgeous. I covet your snowy animals. You are yourself a blessing, Marie. Happy new year to you and yours. XO
Oh Brandi, how generous, thank you! A very happy New Year to you and yours. xoxo
Hello Miss pacific NW!! Thank you, I covet your young children and your bamboo garden… Thank you so much for visiting. Happy New Year.
Lovely imagery here, Marie – not the least of which was that chicken pot pie description! Mmmmmmm.
Haha thanks Shel! I’ve stumbled on the best pie crust method in the universe. It almost makes me cry… Suitable for both sweet and savory recipes… Thanks so much for visiting!