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Saturday, February 5, 2011
I know I know, another icicle...but they are so exquisite! What kind of friend would I be to withhold sharing such beauty captured in a photograph? At this time of year in NH, frost, ice and snow are what are most abundant. I don't love the cold, it's true, but the magic it brings is well worth the discomfort and extra sweaters, socks and hats. (Yes hats, I have short hair and sometimes wear a hat in the house!)
The color has not been manipulated in this photo; the icicle was exactly this shade of silver, and the sky a monochrome backdrop, branches, black in the distance. While I always enjoy the warmth and bright colors that will return sometime in May and last through mid-October, I appreciate the simplicity of a single silver icicle and a muted palette too. This was not always the case for me. I used to dread the length of winter, the draining of color, the endurance of what I perceived as monotonous months of cold and gloom, particularly since moving to New England eleven years ago.
There seems to have been a shift in me this winter. Two years of cultivating patience due to increasing illness (and not always with a generous spirit) have gradually softened my heart into a state of sweeter surrender; acceptance not only for this dis-ease that is clearly here to stay, but for so much more in my life. I struggle, I do, and I see the struggle pass into joy when I capture a glimpse of an icicle, fringe or web of frost across my window, the trees and their dark elegant skeletons, the seemingly infinite spectrum of colors displayed oh so briefly at dawn and sunset, the vastness of blue and gray brown and white that dominate my field of vision for the remainder of the day. Acceptance for the minimalism of my daily activities, because I have not driven a car since the end of August, and walking is limited to very short distances, so most of my time is spent at home. Acceptance of my daughters as they change and grow into young women with independent ideas from the babies I birthed and understood so well as little girls (Yes, Momma is growing-up too). Acceptance of the consistent love and devotion my husband offers me, day in and day out, my partner, my beloved, till death do us part. Acceptance of friendship from people near and far who I never, ever would have met had I NOT been slowed by MS and the ponderous pace of winter (at least when one is mostly warm and indoors there is no need to hurry!)
So yes, another icicle image, I hope you are not bored. I myself am increasingly fascinated by the wonder of time slowed and held in a moments of yirah, awe, as I witness these tiny changes, (so easy to miss when caught in the necessary busyness of living) through the windows of my house, our car, and the windows of my heart; my eyes.
I am grateful for the gift of silver on this particular winter day.
May all beings discover a breath...
to find contentment in the simple gifts life offers.
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