Working today from home, I was blessed to be spared braving the winter storm we are having here in Montreal.  Although I would normally take public transit, I knew the walk on slippery and some slushy paths would not have been pleasant.

By the end of the day, I could see the rising temperatures had turned the snow to ice.  What beautiful images I saw as I admired the bare-branches-no-more, and tiny icicles hanging on like tear drops. I felt elation and a sudden gust of childlike wonder. For long moments, I could feel my grief dissipate, replaced by mild sparks of enchantment.

 

snow dust

coating bare branches

my grief went away

~ 

moments of joy

sheer mystic wonder

brushing my soul

© Tournesol ’14

Carpe Diem