Magic happens . . .

We've had a bit of snow these past few days. It is quite unsual this time of year, and they are saying most of the country is going to really get lambasted with it today.  I kinda hope that they are wrong about that, but that is only because it is so hard here in the UK to get around anywhere when it snows.   Snow effectively trims your sails . . . quite a bit. We are just not used to dealing with it, and Todd has not had much practice with driving in snow.

I can remember being very excited about snow when I was a child, especially the first snow of the season.  Those big fluffy flakes falling down from the pewter sky like goosedown feathers  . . . as if the angels were having a pillow fight and the feathers were a-flying . . .

I can remember trying to catch them on my tongue . . . I thought snow had a special taste . . . 

 

I know it has a smell . . . like leaden skys, crisp and clean . . . like cool mountain streams, fresh and pure.  You know when its in the air.  There's a certain silence that foretells it's coming.  It is unmistakable and indescribable at the same time.

But it makes you want to dance.  And twirl.   And swirl.  It comes with special feelings and longings . . .and joys. 

  

It falls silently . . . it is water like the rain is water, but it has no sound.  There is no trickle, no beating against the window panes, no splatter of wet hitting pavement . . . just magical silence.  You stand at the window and watch it fall, at first just a few flakes and then . . . more and more and more and more . . . faster and faster, it speeds up until the ground which once held colour abeit it drab colour . . . begins to turn white, as the snow starts to lay.

You count the layers as they add up upon the roof of the car and the fence posts and the table on the terrace. You think of the birds, all huddled up in the hedge, their feathers puffed and fluffed, shivering to keep warm . . . while you stand at the window all toasty hygge, watching magic fall from the sky.

And so . . . you scramble through the kitchen cupboards to find something special for them . . . cookie crumbs, bits of bacon . . . suet . . . cracker crumbs . . . 

 

You stand in the silence . . . your feet marking the unspoilt as you crumble the crumbs on the garden floor . . . a brave robin being the only one brave enough to appear in your presence . . .  his little feet hopping here and there, creating little etchings in the snow.  You are in a magical world it seems, and you can't help but stand for just a few moments more just enjoying it . . . face tilted to the sky, whilst cold wet feathers brush your cheeks and dance upon your lashes . . .  

Your very breath dances in the air with little huffs and puffs . . . white and frosty . . . you hear the boiler kick in and a burst of cloud blows from the pipe in the wall, and all around the horizon the chimney pots puff and puff and puff, doing a dance of their own . . .  

It's not so bad after all . . . you think.  There is a special beauty in this magical interlude you think . . .  as you stamp your feet on the cocoa mat by the back door while you make your way back inside the house.  You can hear the kettle boiling and the warmth of the kitchen settles down on your shoulders where down begins to melt as if it had never been there.  One last glance out the door before you shut it, as if to assure you that it wasn't all just a dream . . . 

  

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"Winter came down to our home one night
Quietly pirouetting in on silvery-toed slippers of snow,
And we, we were children once again." 
~Bill Morgan, Jr.    

 

Oh, I know  . . .  there is a not of negative stuff about the snow as well . . . shoveling the walkways, the drive, clearing off the car, getting about in it, etc.  I am a half glass full kind of a gal however and I don't like to dwell on that!  I do hope that the roads are manageable for Audrey's funeral tomorrow however.  Finger's crossed! We cannot miss it.

A thought to carry with you through today . . .

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 *.˛.° Learn to smile at every situation.
See it as an opportunity
to prove your strength and ability.
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Spiritual Enlightenment

 

BOOK OF MORMON CORNER - Today's Reading- 2 Nephi 10:18-11:8 

Question - In what ways can we reconcile ourselves to the will of God? How can we feel hope when all we can see is our weaknesses?

My thoughts - I like these verses - 'let us remember him, and lay aside our sins, and not hang down our heads, for we are not cast off' and 'my soul delighteth in his grace, and in his justice, and power, and mercy in the great and eternal plan of deliverance'. Remember Him and use His atonement, This is how I continually reconcile myself to God and how I find hope, so much hope!! When all I can see is my weaknesses. Because of the Saviour I have no reason to hang down my head and every reason for my soul to delight.

Also I like this part of today's reading 'we have been driven out... but we have been led to a better land, for the Lord has made the sea our path'. When I follow the lord and the steps He reveals to me I am always moved from where I am to a better place. This is often via obstacles (the sea) which He makes to be my paths of learning, growth and becoming a better more Christlike me.

Tomorrow's Reading (Day 52) - 2 Nephi 12:1-13:5

 Question -What kind of idols did Isaiah see? How can we be taught of the Lords ways and walk in His paths? 

 

Baking in The English Kitchen today  . . .  Cinnamon Applesauce Bread served with a delicious Cinnamon Honey Butter. 

Have a wonderful Sunday!  Don't forget! 

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And I do too!