The tragic news from France continues to unfold. More violence. More death.
Here in Bracebridge the snow continues to fall. It is beautiful. It slows us down. Leaving the building inevitably means brushing off the car. At intersections it means edging out slowly to see around the snow banks. People stop to help neighbours that are stuck. Motorists slow for pedestrians who must walk on the street because the sidewalks are plugged with snow.
Today brings to mind the words of the beautiful hymn written by Christina Rossetti in 1872 …
In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind made moan
earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone,
snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
in the bleak mid-winter, long ago.
Today is a day of snow on snow on snow. It is a day to pause, to recalibrate from the heavy hatred heard in new reports and to sit in awe of the beauty of creation.
