All the possibilities of your human destiny are asleep in your soul. You are here to realize and honor these possibilities. When love comes in to your life, unrecognized dimensions of your destiny awaken and blossom and grow. Possibility is the secret heart of time.
~ John O’Donohue, Anam Cara: A Book of Celtic Wisdom
“Possibility is the secret heart of time.” I love that. I can’t explain why. I just do.
Snow is coming. Our weather folks are saying 6-10 inches. The weather websites are predicting 12+ inches. Hopefully someone is right and I will finally get my snow day. I just had a glance at the radar and from the look of things, it should be snowing now, but a look out the window shows it’s not. Not yet. The only thing flying out there right now are the blackbirds. A kind of anti-snow with the fluttering, swooping, and flapping of black-feathered wings.
I walked in the woods and out to the dock this morning. The latest round of blustery weather knocked down another tree. As you can tell from the above image, it was another dead tree. It’s bigger than it appears in the photos I took of it. Without someone standing next to it, it’s hard to capture a sense of scale.
The sound of the chain saw is going to become regular background noise around here if this keeps up. I was surprised to find that the two trees near the dock, the two I was sure would fall down if we had another round of fierce winds, are still standing.
The birds are very active today. I don’t know if that’s because they feel the snow coming or if that’s how they’re keeping warm since it is still extremely cold.
I have things I think I want to write about, but every time I sit down to do so, I find there are no words for these things. It’s a lot like taking photos of the downed trees, the ocean, or the mountains. The camera doesn’t capture them the way I see them, the way anyone sees them. The grandeur is missing. Words are like that, too, when it comes to some revelations and epiphanies. They fail.
The possible’s slow fuse is lit by Imagination.
~ Emily Dickinson
Since my own words are failing me today, I’ll take that as a hint to wrap this up. Thank you for stopping by on this frigid Monday and meandering around the property with me. Thousands of red-winged blackbirds have been hanging out around here. It’s quite a sight and sound.
I’m heading down to the Point in a little while. You’re welcome to join me. I don’t expect to see much of a sunset, but I do want to have a look at the ice and frozen sea spray. Hopefully the camera will work as it should and I’ll come back with some images to show you. Dress warmly. Lots of layers and no exposed skin. It’s barely made it to 20°F and with the wind factored in, it is said to feel like 10°F.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Today’s joys: A turn of a phrase that brings new meaning; the magic and wonder of birds; hot beverages to keep a body warm from the inside out; a pot of chili cooking on the stove; an opening of the senses.