Simplicity Untouched By The Human Hand

"The Eskimos had fifty-two names for snow

because it was important to them:

there ought to be as many for love."

Margaret Atwood

As I sit in front of the fireplace while looking out at the snow, I feel a sense of purity, innocence, and elegance.  It is inevitable that a bright red cardinal will gracefully perch on a branch for all to see, and  a trusting bunny will leave its footprints across the glistening snow.

I am easily absorbed into this pristine scene, very willing to forget responsibilities, and silently drifting out of  time and space. I hover above the untouched flakes and blend between the snow laden trees.  One clearly feels a majestic presence as it lays down the white blanket covering all that will need to grow.

This is love, the simplicity untouched by the human hand.  Words are not spoken here, only whispers in the silence.   The heart is filled with affection and the willingness to embrace new beginnings.  Reluctantly returning, a sense of trust escorts me with calm back in front of my fireplace.