*sigh*
The snow under the moonlight. The calm. The quiet. Makes me want to get my snowpants on and go and watch. But I know that my being is offensive to the calm, my watching will affect it. It won’t be the same with me there. My breathing, my taking in, the beating of my heart is contadicitory to the calm. I am motion. It is stillness. I know that it is death, I am life. Yet for some reason I want the stillness, and the rest that it brings. I have heard it said that the signs of the Father are movement, movement, and repose. What is one without the other? Is it still the same place? Movement, movement, and repose. Repose. Stillness. Rest. I think I will go get my snowpants and get me some.
rest.
What is life without death? Light without darkness? Love without loss? I wrote a long involved post on this a long time ago.
get your snowpants and eat some yellow snow
Ewwwww don’t eat the yellow snow!!! Thats beautiful… I want snow *sigh* well enjoy!
I’m a pushover, so here is your comment. I thought of something along the same lines as Zinger. There is a balance in nature. P.S. I wish I had snowpants.
I love the snow, but i`m getting bored of being stuck at my house, and having everything be cancled because of it.
I didn’t know your address, sorry! But I’ll send one off to you if you could e-mail it to me perhaps ……. finovair@yahoo.com