Friday, February 25, 2011


I awoke this morning to another snowfall. It is soft, yet heavy and reminds me that winter is drawing to a close. So, I welcome the snow knowing everything comes and goes. Each moment is perfect just as it is...

I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; 
wait without love,
for love would be love for the wrong thing; 
there is yet faith
but the faith and the love and the hope 
are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought.
So the darkness shall be the light, and the 
stillness the dancing.
~ T.S. Eliot ~

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