As I write, snow is falling and I'm listening to my favorite on-line radio station.
The peace is palpable. A bird sits atop a tree outside the
window, like the star on a Christmas tree. No attempt is made to seek
shelter from the storm -- on the contrary, like me, it seems to enjoy
the view. I love to watch the falling snow; few things are more beautiful
to me. It covers the ground with a blanket of peace, slowing us down,
quieting the earth with crystalline beauty.
What does it mean to be a
bird in a blizzard? It sits there so still, in defiant calmness. What can I learn from this brave little bird?
"Don't be afraid," it seems
to say. "There's beauty in the storm. Go to the highest point you can
reach -- the view is better there. No point in trying to fly in the
middle of a storm. Better to sit still and wait it out. Your wings
will take you farther when it's over."
Hmmmmmm... Who knew that a bird had so much to say?
