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Around Ananda
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January 13, 2005
The relationship between earth and atmosphere has been dramatic over the last few days.
A sudden thaw changed the landscape from white to green, gray and brown, then white
again as fog came thick and mysterious--and tragic for a few families that lost loved ones
in a 200-car pile-up on the interstate. I was on my way right into it, when I inadvertently
took an exit earlier than I had intended. I wonder how often grace comes in this form of a
happy mistake and we never know we have been blessed. Looking around, thinking of
this miraculous atmosphere perfectly balanced to support life, a task that must be done
with an incalculable delicacy and strength to allow us to thrive here between the fiery sun
and the frozen vastness of space on a planet that is going through its own life cycle, I
realize it is only when grace appears to falter that our attention is drawn to it by contrast.
The fog was gone within a few hours. Clear skies, vastly blue, replaced the close white.
Rain followed that evening and half the next day, running off the still-frozen ground,
filling the river and the stream before our eyes. The temperature dropped as the day went
on and the rain turned to snow but still the water drained from rivulets into the swelling
Looking Glass until it spilled though low spots in the floodplain forest into the pond
Ananda. The ice covering the pond rose higher and higher, freezing a new shoreline
every few hours. Michael moved the canoe further up the beach. We went on a dusk
walk and as the white night fell, snow clung to the wet branches. We marveled at the
transformation to cathedral white, celebrated Ananda's new faces and wondered what
dawn would show.
Enjoy, Susan
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