crystalline magic


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The frothy-petaled astilbe that graced last summer’s garden is fast asleep now beneath a feather-quilt of snow; each slumbering seed head nods and dreams beneath a starry diadem.

I prick my ears to the hush of winter woods, a profound stillness disturbed only by the occasional sough of wind in the pines. I absorb the sacredness of blue light across these silent hills, where the soft-edged shadows of trees are brushstrokes of palest cornflower blue.

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Winter’s intricate mysteries stir my curiosity. I wonder, how many thousands of individual flakes plait together to form a single skein of snow?

A shy sun begins to peek through a veil of pearly cloud, and all at once, I’m embraced by the miracle of snow-light. All around me, the tiny surfaces of snowflakes flare with filaments of sun until the whole world sparkles like a penny Valentine. I dare not breathe and break the spell. Bedazzled, I watch as winter works its crystalline magic.

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Leaning closer, I stoop to photograph a wand of astilbe with its snowy crown and happen to capture the delicate form of a single snowflake – one fragile star that fell from the skies to find its place here in my sleeping garden. Its tiny perfection bears witness to the infinite artistry of creation, to the unique and unrepeatable preciousness of the soul.

Here in a cathedral of twinkling snow, I look around in reverential silence and whisper thanks for this day, for this moment, for the wondrous, fleeting glory of this life.

22 thoughts on “crystalline magic

  1. blessed be beautiful. once again, my breath is taken. and betwinkled with stars…..
    we have no snow here right now. only mush. thank you for transporting me to a place beyond dreams, the place where your poetry, your prayer, and your infinite lens melts me….

  2. Such an amazing catch, that single snowflake!

    I’m charmed by the idea that you’re finding joy and wonder amidst the sun-glistened flowers, while I stand at the ocean’s edge, utterly transfixed by sunbeams that flash like diamonds atop the frothy waves.

    • I was thrilled to capture that tiny star from heaven! In January, our Illinois weather is the true polar opposite of yours in California! I love that we each find joy and wonder right where we’re planted! xox

  3. Amy, whenever I see that you’ve given us a new post, I get a little thrill, wondering what you’ll offer today, what secret world you’ll take us to with you. You never disappoint, and I could never choose my favorite.

    • I like to think that many of my posts are a little bit of home for you, Ann. I miss having you here in town with me, but love connecting with you here in the ether. Your kindness and love are a gift. Much love to you and yours~ xox

  4. Amy,
    I hope you are saving all your posts so that one day they can be bound into a beautiful book. Your words are a gift to all who read them.

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