tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post4328636107883568783..comments2024-03-23T18:50:32.902-04:00Comments on Telling Secrets: Waiting for Advent SnowElizabeth Kaetonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-26446366310820890522008-12-20T07:04:00.000-05:002008-12-20T07:04:00.000-05:00I live in a place with four seasons in Yorkshire, ...I live in a place with four seasons in Yorkshire, in the North of England. Our weather suffers Attention Deficit Disorder and can't concentrate long enough to make anything stick. You wake up to a blizzard and snow drifts that paralyse the county and by lunchtime its all gone and you have a sunny afternoon.<BR/><BR/>I love the variety but am regularly caught out with the wrong clothing.<BR/><BR/>Comment moderation gave me "nutwit": what are you telling me?Doorman-Priesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06407399232593479871noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-1543966047131826942008-12-20T06:08:00.000-05:002008-12-20T06:08:00.000-05:00That was truly beautiful. I don't have that much e...That was truly beautiful. I don't have that much experience with snow (and for sure almost no experience with enough snow to cover the ground with no brown patches showing), but in the nights when it COULD snow, when it's cold and yet not very dark, the sky is so clear, that's when I remember hearing the crystal silvery almost-sound. It's not quite audible, it's a sound-beyond-sound, but you can hear the promise in it.<BR/><BR/>But I have felt that pull to quickly get out in the snow while it's still snowing. Partly because snow melts so fast here, it's best to enjoy it as it falls. On snow mornings growing up, my brother and sister and I would run outside, the moment any of us knew it snowed. No coat, no mittens, no shoes or socks, we'd just run to dance barefoot in the snow. Despite what we were told, we haven't caught our death yet. Don't know about bro and sis, but I still don't bother with shoes or socks.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-34196006643160160852008-12-19T19:01:00.000-05:002008-12-19T19:01:00.000-05:00very poetic and filled with emotion. Yes, i looked...very poetic and filled with emotion. Yes, i looked up to the same sky today and saw those moments as well.<BR/>a poem full of love and anticipation of God's return to earth both then and in the future.<BR/><BR/>And return of lovers as well.Scott R. Davishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12643476686546579688noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-14497023560798050412008-12-19T18:43:00.000-05:002008-12-19T18:43:00.000-05:00Roberta - I'm sure that's not an original thought,...Roberta - I'm sure that's not an original thought, but it's what I have long thought about the snow.<BR/><BR/>Oh, Bill - I can't even begin to imagine how sore you are going to be tomorrow. You've had quite a work out today, even with the snow blower. Two words: Epsom Salt. Two more: Hot Bath. Just one more: Soak.<BR/><BR/>Suzer - yes, the sound of snow falling is absolutely delicious. Sounds like a newborn breathing.<BR/><BR/>Ah, Mimi - nothing could ever compare to the memory of your kiss. Except, of course, for the part about "wild abandon." You've got some work to do on that. <BR/><BR/>Then again, we were in public. Then again, we were in a French Restaurant in the middle of Chelsea in NYC, for goodness sake.<BR/><BR/>Never mind. I won't let any of that ruin my memory of a kiss from the now almost world famous Mimi.Elizabeth Kaetonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-3879290587193607692008-12-19T18:28:00.000-05:002008-12-19T18:28:00.000-05:00Lovely, Elizabeth.I will turn my face up, right in...Lovely, Elizabeth.<BR/><BR/><I>I will turn my face up, right into the oncoming flakes, to feel their kisses covering my face with wild abandon.</I><BR/><BR/>As good as my kiss?June Butlerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01723016934182800437noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-78307915081468155242008-12-19T15:55:00.000-05:002008-12-19T15:55:00.000-05:00Yes, it is truly beautiful. I second the "thank yo...Yes, it is truly beautiful. I second the "thank you."<BR/><BR/>My favorite moment, I think, is the sound of those first snowflakes hitting the ground, breaking the hush of the birds and the air with a tiny pitter pat. That gentle sound before the storm. It's lovely, and I don't often get to hear it where I live.Suzerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03529580138314011952noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-57877300724465656202008-12-19T15:36:00.000-05:002008-12-19T15:36:00.000-05:00I've just spent 3 hours meditating with a snow blo...I've just spent 3 hours meditating with a snow blower. I find myself yearning for sun and sand as my eyes behold the vesper light.Billhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05623709712119761741noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-59311066420070564242008-12-19T14:07:00.000-05:002008-12-19T14:07:00.000-05:00love, love, love the celestial wafer! what a grea...love, love, love the celestial wafer! what a great way to anticipate snowflakes and advent - all at the same moment!<BR/><BR/>thank youROBERTAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09130103117335080071noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-47024693072080344742008-12-19T11:08:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:08:00.000-05:00You are entirely welcome, Whiteycat.You are entirely welcome, Whiteycat.Elizabeth Kaetonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06787552280232329081noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29373297.post-6281893891243038172008-12-19T11:06:00.000-05:002008-12-19T11:06:00.000-05:00Elizabeth, what a beautiful meditation! Thank you....Elizabeth, what a beautiful meditation! Thank you.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com