Green in Winter
“In the storm, like a prophet o’ermaddened,
Thou singest and tossest thy branches;
Thy heart with the terror is gladdened,
Thou forebodest the dread avalanches…
In the calm thou o’erstretchest the valleys
With thine arms, as if blessings imploring,
Like an old king led forth from his palace,
When his people to battle are pouring…”
– James Russell Lowell, To A Pine-Tree
Wander in nature daily.
Breathe in crisp air, expand your lungs, feet kissing earth.
Discover the world in pause, in reverence, in awe.
Written on a pine cone.
In the wind singing in concert with the trees.
Meditation to uncover and anchor in soul, on the playground of spirit.
“No writing on the solitary, meditative dimensions of life can say anything that has not already been said better by the wind in the pine trees.” – Thomas Merton
Find the green residing quietly in winter.
Inviting you in to enter peace.
Rest hear a while, in renewal and transformation.
“The words of God are not like the oak leaf which dies and falls to the earth, but like the pine tree which stays green forever.” – Mohawk Wisdom