I've looked for a credit for the photo but don't see one. This photo composition really speaks to me. I'd love to know who took this photo and if it is available for my personal use.
I appreciate his letting go and meshing with the hard season. No bitterness, nor false airs as you may expect on a beautiful spring day, just a resounding pulse of being, a calm acceptance.
The poem has escaped my attention until now. Thank you for sharing it. I grew to adulthood as an Air Force Brat,spending many winters far from home in Kansas City. Virtually all my friends and relatives in KC have moved on in one way or another and I may not visit there again, but it will always be home, and how exquisite it is. Winter reminds me of loss and connects me to places in our world that suffer, especially the cold darkness of Ukraine. Yet winter also hold the promise of spring. Deep in the frigid darkness life is preparing burst into brilliant flower, and it will be as glorious as wver, full of hope and joy.
There was a time I enjoyed the fresh snow knowing that all things needed a period of time to rest. Where once as a child and teen we knew our parents would keep us safe in power outages I worry now how I would cope. We trudged to school in snow and drifts and if school was closed we stayed home and read or helped Mom with baking. She always knew what to do. Thanks for this poem and for the memories you evoked.
And then there's Imbolc, the true beginning of spring, in the pagan calendar, on Groundhog Day.
Maybe you're right about the German woodcutter preferring to be warm and comfortable!
It follows, though, that the Christmas tree is derived from the pagan Yule log, many centuries removed. According to my reading, the Christ's Mass was the first Christian holy[i]day, quite deliberately established at the time of Yule. As you said, Michelle, better to provide an easy transition than ban pagan traditions.
I have lived in southwestern PA all my life. The change of seasons is something that I enjoy. Although due to the changing climate, our winters are not what they used to be. One thing that I do like about winter is the quiet, as there is so much noise pollution anymore.
Love the poem, love the weather. It gives me permission to feel my inner darkness and sit in it awhile. By the time the next super sunny mighty cold day rolls in I'm ready to embrace the light and get on with life. Thanks for sharing.
I enjoyed the poem - it resonates in Canadian winter!
I wanted to ask about the photo- is it public domain or do you know the photographer (I would like to try to paint it if copyright allows).
Thank you for quoting this Robert Burns poem for us! He was a great poet and you are a great commentator of current news!
The hardships in my life have certainly been beyond my ability to comprehend but I do not think woes and suffering are God's will.
The photographer is ?
I've looked for a credit for the photo but don't see one. This photo composition really speaks to me. I'd love to know who took this photo and if it is available for my personal use.
Amy, your grandfather was not only renowned in Ireland, but also highly respected in Boston and in the Irish community.
I appreciate his letting go and meshing with the hard season. No bitterness, nor false airs as you may expect on a beautiful spring day, just a resounding pulse of being, a calm acceptance.
The poem has escaped my attention until now. Thank you for sharing it. I grew to adulthood as an Air Force Brat,spending many winters far from home in Kansas City. Virtually all my friends and relatives in KC have moved on in one way or another and I may not visit there again, but it will always be home, and how exquisite it is. Winter reminds me of loss and connects me to places in our world that suffer, especially the cold darkness of Ukraine. Yet winter also hold the promise of spring. Deep in the frigid darkness life is preparing burst into brilliant flower, and it will be as glorious as wver, full of hope and joy.
Sounds like bad arthritis that day🥹
There was a time I enjoyed the fresh snow knowing that all things needed a period of time to rest. Where once as a child and teen we knew our parents would keep us safe in power outages I worry now how I would cope. We trudged to school in snow and drifts and if school was closed we stayed home and read or helped Mom with baking. She always knew what to do. Thanks for this poem and for the memories you evoked.
Gorgeous photo!
Love this poem I never heard before. Thank you.
Poetry always reminds me of my grandmother. Thanks for giving me something to smile about today.
And then there's Imbolc, the true beginning of spring, in the pagan calendar, on Groundhog Day.
Maybe you're right about the German woodcutter preferring to be warm and comfortable!
It follows, though, that the Christmas tree is derived from the pagan Yule log, many centuries removed. According to my reading, the Christ's Mass was the first Christian holy[i]day, quite deliberately established at the time of Yule. As you said, Michelle, better to provide an easy transition than ban pagan traditions.
I have lived in southwestern PA all my life. The change of seasons is something that I enjoy. Although due to the changing climate, our winters are not what they used to be. One thing that I do like about winter is the quiet, as there is so much noise pollution anymore.
Love the poem, love the weather. It gives me permission to feel my inner darkness and sit in it awhile. By the time the next super sunny mighty cold day rolls in I'm ready to embrace the light and get on with life. Thanks for sharing.