March is shaking its fleecy mane outside the window, her "roar" a soflty falling, six inches of snow and ice on the dozens and dozens of quiet,yellow tipped spears of daffodils.
The birds dance light at the feeder.
Found lovely, new ideas to ponder for noisy me (noisy with busy and noisy with thoughts) over at A Study in Brown. They sit with me the whole soundless, whitening day. . .
"What I really want to be is this morning’s sunrise, a gentle light illuminating dark. I want to be a harp note thrumming constant praise underneath the cacophony; a tiny yellow flower hidden in a vast deep wood; a precious ointment shimmering in an alabaster box, poured out on the feet of Christ in love. And when someday I go home to God I hope to leave behind a trail, marked with the faithful foot scuffs of a woman who was not afraid to let the mystery of Christ speak loudest in her silence."
~Tonia Peckover, A Study in Brown
Be simple, hidden, quiet and small.
~Father Thomas Hopko, 55 Maxims (as quoted by Tonia Peackover)