Thursday, February 03, 2011
I am a sun-seeker. I find God in the sky peeling back and when he isn't there it's hard to turn from the curtains framing my view.
Sometimes I just hold the fold of cloth and pray into it, softly, until she appears.
Survival tip for winter melancholy:: Remember to look up. I whisper it to the winter and winter nods her head and – i. look. up.
I walk outside, wrapped in my yellow coat. Snowflakes fall fast and furious. The cold envelops me, wraps me in aliveness and I know in my bones that god holds me here too.
And life returns in fits and starts. And I see the miracles all around me. All because I looked up.