I went out for a walk in the evening’s snow, and I thought
of artist Michael Podesta’s lovely print and saying: “the gift of peace, quietly descending, blankets the terrain of the
heart.” The
dark night hides the flakes felt like a tingling across the face…which the skin
absorbs so that it coats and calms the soul. The gift of peace, unseen, only felt, known, never doubted in
the soul. Why is it that we walk miles instead of taking the gift so freely given, falling on us when we are still?
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