It’s beginning to snow out there, and with its gentle falling, in seconds the feathered whiteness covers everything once familiar, transforming it into something light-reflecting and different. Snow often times brings its own silence to our busy, fast-moving world. A sudden silence and a change of environment where all of a sudden we can become less sure-footed, and less certain of the path ahead.
Amidst the many re-changed plans and doubts that may arise, Mary Oliver’s poem somehow shines light onto this changing world.
It doesn’t have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don’t try
to make them elaborate, this isn’t
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
~ Mary Oliver
An unexpected chance maybe to savour the silence, beauty and readiness that this changing landscape brings.