Thank you for flagging that this post was available. I love it! Stepping into Roland's world, remembering out communion with all the saints, resting in the quiet dark without answers or meaning some days, and a book recommendation for the wintering read. This is a precious piece. Gratitude.
Thank you Joanne for a lovely writing. Yes, the dark can teach us if we pay attention. A darkness is about to come into my life, may I be like your blind friend and walk through it.
I have always loved the winter...maybe because I am a December baby. The beauty that snow can bring is often overwhelming. And I love everything that Christine has to offer, such a fan. Thanks for sharing, Joanne.
Me too Sharon, to the chagrin of my close friends when I say, “I LOVE the snow” To me, snow speaks of purity, wonder, and brings its own light to the darkness. I am remembering sitting in the chapel one winter and nervously thinking about my walk to the hermitage in the dark of night. Yet, as I walked out of the monastery, the snow cast a soft light.
Thank you for flagging that this post was available. I love it! Stepping into Roland's world, remembering out communion with all the saints, resting in the quiet dark without answers or meaning some days, and a book recommendation for the wintering read. This is a precious piece. Gratitude.
Thank you Joanne for a lovely writing. Yes, the dark can teach us if we pay attention. A darkness is about to come into my life, may I be like your blind friend and walk through it.
It's time to gather around the hearth and feel the glow of the winter's fire..
I love the slower pace of winter and the time it gives for reflection and renewal.
Your writing is beautiful, Joanne. 💜
Another wonderful entry. Happy Wintering. As always, sending live.
I have always loved the winter...maybe because I am a December baby. The beauty that snow can bring is often overwhelming. And I love everything that Christine has to offer, such a fan. Thanks for sharing, Joanne.
Me too Sharon, to the chagrin of my close friends when I say, “I LOVE the snow” To me, snow speaks of purity, wonder, and brings its own light to the darkness. I am remembering sitting in the chapel one winter and nervously thinking about my walk to the hermitage in the dark of night. Yet, as I walked out of the monastery, the snow cast a soft light.