Gorgeous.

It waited until all were home from the holiday gathering. Not Halloween this time, but Thanksgiving. And if you happened to be outside as it was coming down, it carried that voice that can only be heard during a heavy snow.

Now that I think of it, even the birch seems mesmerized by its arrival. Wait, perhaps they are simply all knotted up by the Bears being the number one seed in the NFC. But I digress…

I got to shovel. Twice. Come Wednesday, maybe thrice.

Joy is to be found all around if you can embrace the peace that comes when you just “be”. Let things happen on their own time, guided by the strength of hope. And share a loving and open faith in all that will follow.

Tis the season.

But tis a way you can simply be all year.

Every season.