Silent Communion

 

"I felt trapped, like a caged bird, desperate

to escape but unable to find my way out."

Jodi Picoult

When the snow is heavy and I am forced to remain in place, I experience a deep angst. This anxiety is not about seeking others or needing stimulating activities. Quite the contrary, I long for the silent communication I find in the midst of snow laden trees. I yearn to be embraced by the love I find in a wooded midst. 

I know my favorite bench is covered with snow, but I long to sit there in silent communion. I am seasoned in escaping darkness, and I know how to discreetly exit without being seen; but, this is a different means of capture. This limitation of peering outside simply does not quash this longing to be silent with the trees.

Outside my frosted window, a brilliant red cardinal dances in the blowing snow.  I cannot help but wonder if he finds joy in this space. Is he guided by the whispering wind or disoriented in the drifting snow? Soon, I will seek my bench, choosing to leave fresh footprints in this accumulating snow!