Snow is water, too. Here in the high desert where I dwell, we pray all winter for it to come, knowing that the amount of its runoff will determine our nearness to or distance from drought for the rest of the year.
I like to think about how, beneath the soft snow blanket, the frozen farmlands lie fallow, the underground streams slow down, the daffodil and iris bulbs doze. Up on top, a quiet crystalline beauty prevails.
Then everything in the rubbish-heaped world
Is a bridesmaid at her miracle.
Dunghills and crumbly dark old barns are bowed in the chapel of her sparkle.
The gruesome boggy cellars of the wood
Are a wedding of lace
Now taking place.
~ Ted Hughes (from “Snow and Snow”)
The wedding is short; spring will come; snow will melt into liquid life.
Blessed be the frozen waters of this day. Blessed be the sleeping beauty that lies beneath them. Blessed be the deep-cold temperatures that allow our earth Mother to rest and rest.