7:30 BELLS: Cathedral of Winter

In the rain and wind that followed Thanksgiving, the last leaves fell. On my walk, I was transfixed by this tree, by its dark branches spiraling against the sky. I felt as though I stood in a Cathedral of Winter looking up though the stained glass window of the world.

Most years, I count down the dark days until spring comes. But this year, winter speaks to me of its sanctity, maybe because I’ve embraced it, instead of only enduring it to get somewhere else. And I wonder, what else in my life I might embrace instead of endure?

Winter is Treebone Time. What sun there is can reach the bone.

LORE OF THE BELL:

Embrace where you are, and the world reveals its sanctity