Monday, March 21, 2011

Views from my Windows



As those of you who've been reading here for awhile know, I adore snow. And winter. I love the solitude. Crackling fires and wind-pinked cheeks. I heed the call to go within to slumber.

However.

As much as I've declared my love of snow, I am very ready this year.
For Spring.


And yesterday it arrived (ummmm.....)

And, as ready as I am for the imminent arrival of our next season, I cannot ignore my primal, guttural call to enjoy the profound beauty in a heavy, surprise snow.

The intricate intertwining of those branches, circuitous and varied, carry their share of the snow's girth. Their complexities send waves of comfort to me, standing below, in awe of their stature, their strength. Their stoic branches presenting a three-dimensional, suspended map. A garbled tangle of possibilities and questions.

Showing me, with their own labyrinthine of black, wet branches, crossing and twisting in unison, how each life shares beauty. And confusion.

And peace.


9 comments:

Lindsey said...

literally working on a post right now about how much i love the patterns branches make against the sky ..

Rudri Bhatt Patel @ Being Rudri said...

Denise: I love the last paragraph of this piece. I think it is so true that the weaving depicts the beauty, confusion and peace about life.

I found you through Justine. Thanks so much for your words. I found particular solace in that last paragraph.

ayala said...

Denise, I love your beautiful words. Love the pictures too. :)

Dana Udall-Weiner said...

Your words are so rich and gorgeous that they almost make me miss winter! (Here temps are thankfully creeping upward, but our bothersome spring winds have arrived.) Those branches certainly are stately and peaceful. And that peace is the best part of winter, for me. I love your words and your photos, Denise!

Alecia @ Hoobing Family Adventures said...

I too am SO ready for Spring. Fabulous winter photos by the way!

emmajames said...

stunning. and made me smile. i'd take that surprise heavy snow for the monsoon rain we got, though. but the flowers live through the rain.

Kelly said...

Snow often feels like a blanket, a dense fabric that either comforts or suffocates.

Beautiful imagery.

Christine said...

No matter how you cut it, there is nothing more soul-satisfying than a good snowstorm. We ARE kindred spirits :-)

Drew Hohmann said...

I also love the gloominess of winter. I love looking out my window and realizing how wonderful this planet is. And at the midst of coldness, everyone seeks for warmth, which gathers a family together at a fire place. Isn't it lovely to see how each one of you grow and mature by just sitting together and having some chitchat? These are the things we do not sees when everyone's busy during spring or in any other season.