I’ve always had a love
affair with the mountains. Affair might be the wrong word since I did call them
home for many years. Their power, beauty, and mystique provide hours of
reflection, pages of inspiration and a general ascent of my soul towards He who
is transcendent. It’s the dirt of the trail and the apex of the mountain
unified in one screen shot – repeatedly - for one’s panoramic view. In
particular, my romanticized notion of winter in the mountains recalls the
blanket of a royal blue sky dotted with a full, golden moon, draped over the
first snow fall, gently hushing the town (population: 125).
There is stillness to
winter that mingles with an expectant hope. The snuggling in bed with stories
and hot chocolate after warming by the fireside is greeted with an anticipatory
wiggle of what to play in the a.m. Deciding between a snow ball fight, snow
angel making, or a good walk in the snow, one drifts to sleep to the wind
clamoring against the side of the cabin.
It’s colder in the
mountains; yet it seems there is a better understanding of how to enjoy the
cold. A few years ago, I met two German girls while traveling who insisted:
“There is no bad weather, only bad gear!” They spoke about pristine winters and
the harsh reality of battling the elements. However, they demonstrated a keen
understanding that not only must we know our circumstances but also how to
enjoy them. Let us be self aware enough to see where we don’t see as God does
and let us humbly enjoy whatever season we find ourselves in realizing the good
Lord provides in all seasons, gifts that are good, and a shield of protection.
St. Michael the Archangel,
pray for us. Verso l’alto, K.G.R.C.
Can the child within my
heart rise above?
Can I sail through the
changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons
of my life?
*Still
a personal favorite!*
And because of You, I come
alive
It’s your sacred heart
within me beating
Your voice within me
singing out
I look at my pain in His hands
Filling the holes,
and I understand
And finally see how
suffering has opened the gates for me
As the water flows my
heart it knows
We have danced in
fields of gold
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