Sometimes when it snows, my fancy flies....
When I told them I
want to be more like the snow, they called me foolish.
They—the
watchers, worriers, waiters, hurriers—had never stopped to notice
the things I did. I couldn't blame them. If they had not seen the
things I had, snow was nothing but a blocker of cars, a jammer of
traffic, a danger, a distresser, a thing that kept one from going out
and another from coming in. Snow was a biter, nipper, spoiler,
killer. All nasty, ugly names for a crushingly beautiful thing.
To one who will
not go at a snow-pace, snow is foolishness. To one who never slows
down, the secret truth of it is hidden: that snow is honest; that it
is an artist; that it tells stories.
So when I said
that I want to be more like snow, they laughed and rushed on their
senseless way, fretting against peaceful things. No matter.
For one day they
will hear my honesty, taste integrity that crunches white and
crystalline between the teeth, and see the snow. It will blind them.
One day they will
find themselves surrounded with a sudden beauty, their barrenness
covered by a loving word, their sere fields sifted over with quiet
art made in the wing-ends of life. Their curtailed words and fell
mood will be eased by the same innocence they despised. Beauty, love,
art, thrown with a liberal hand to the ones who never deserve it.
They will see the snow. It will chill them.
One day they will
sit, bound by the spell of my fables. Like bird-tracks, fox-feet,
deer-steps, I will show them wonders. I will tell of things their
hearts have muttered and spin for them webs of words. The tales to
come and the stories past, the dreams they dare not dream, the hopes
they knew were dead. And things will awaken, thrum and pierce in
their hearts for the Story their being craves.
And I will be
snow, and I will gentle them.
5 comments:
Aw, this is so beautiful! Makes me regret all my complaining about our hard Midwest winters. :)
~Schuyler
www.ladybibliophile.blogspot.com
Beautiful!
I do not like cold, but I have always appreciated the way that snow makes me slow down and see the world around me in a new way.
Now I'm living in a place that only has a rainy season, so no snow for me this year, but thanks for awakening the wonder, yet again.
Schuyler: Pray, don't feel too badly. I am not above complaining either, sometimes.
Janie: Thank YOU for the comment. I clicked on your profile and saw you are currently living in Mozambique: what an adventure. Thanks for stopping by! You are very welcome here.
Beautiful! I wish more people took time to appreciate the snow. I'm from an area of the Pacific Northwest that doesn't get snow very often... When it does snow, its as if the city goes into lockdown and we're the only city in the world, facing an apocalypse of frozen water. It's pretty goofy.
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