Allowing
As I look out my window, I see the snowflakes falling. They are being carried by the wind like lovers dancing, each holding the other in their space, both gracefully being moved by the other yet not forced both are free. I see the tree reaching up toward the sky; it is welcoming the snow, and the snow enjoys the welcome as it rests on the branches of the tree. The ground receives the snow, and it all seems like a dance, everything beautifully giving the other its uniqueness, all things allowing the other to be. Each moment is new there are never the same snowflakes in the same space. The space welcomes new flakes, some moving fast, some slower, in different directions. The wind blows one way, then another the branches move, and every now and then there is a squirrel running along the tree branches. Always, creation is new and fresh not one moment the same as the next, yet patterns repeat. The seasons cycle, but no winter is the same as the previous winter; each has its own character and its own story to tell. I wonder what is behind this dance of the cosmos, what allows all these moments to be. Where does this space come from? Is it love and beauty behind it all? I think of the spring that is inevitably going to come. The fragile snowflakes will be melted, and how they don’t fight the sun’s warmth but allow themselves to be changed, changed into water that will flow and give life to the earth that received the snow. And up will come the pink and purple flowers and the green grass; the fragrance of it all will fill the air, and here I will be to smell it all in its glory. The crickets and grasshoppers start singing a song. They all have something to share with us, something that’s greater than words. I wish I could tell you what they are singing or maybe it’s better that we can’t.