Thursday, November 07, 2019


It snowed. There is something about a snowfall that elicits in me a sense of peace. I associate it with softness and quiet. And stillness. 

 The liturgical emphasis on the dead in early November is sobering, solemn. It has its own quiet and stillness, but not the softness of freshly fallen snow.

The calmness is a perfect prelude to Advent. It is almost too bad that Thanksgiving and Christ the King interrupt the slow, hushed fading into winter..

We don't like to prepare