DECEMBER 31, 11:59PM—As a year of sorrowful absence closes I offer a prayer in thirty-seven seconds. An astonishing play—among the winter rushes, upon the pristine canvas of a frozen pond—of wind and light. Presence.
May this new year be one of reunion in every sense. May we enjoy the presence of wind and rain, sun and shadow, earth and sky—and, above all, each other.
Footnote: It was as I sat on the frozen edge of Wood Creek Pond, I saw by chance an unexpected light appear upon the ice, sharp shadows emerge among the reeds. Just as quickly they were gone. Overhead, a winter sun shone momentarily through dark clouds, as they raced torn and tattered across the sky. Bare fingers fairly burning in the cold, I held the camera waiting. Waiting.
Yes. Thank you, Nicole!
The doorway of presence :)