transformation

Last night as the house settled into its quiet slumber, and I was the only one stirring, I went to the front door and peered out.  There had been a light dusting of snow.  No big flakes.  In fact, the snow had come down as tiny little specks that floated and hovered like fruit flies in the summer and formed an icy cover just over the top of the grass.  As I thought over this, the long-awaited snow, one word came to mind.  I know that the snow and winter weather can be devastating and has been for many this year, and still this word has followed me through my day.

transformation

As we peer through the icy glass and our breath forms a fog upon it

we are hoping for the world to turn white,

to be covered with white icy snowflakes

that can change what we see everyday

into something we cannot gaze upon enough.

Something that can take an ordinary day and make it extra special,

full of celebration and whimsy

New life to notice

the red berry against the white snow and the green holly leaves

once lost in the midst of our everyday

Footprints of those who have gone before us

we now notice and wonder who they were and where they were going

but before we hurried on, ignoring who might have

paved the way

their steps guiding us along

easily seen now

The sound of the icy shapes hitting the leaves and the roof

and the windowpanes

Our senses are heightened

we are aware

of the beauty

The moon shines down lovingly caressing the white in the night

and the snowy ground reflects her beauty and smiles back, glowing

making the darkness brighter

If only we could do that for each other

What is the magic of this thing so rare, so sought after and hoped for

What does it give us that we long for, that we watch for quietly,

so much so that we celebrate the first flake we see

Much like that first star in the night that we wish upon

when the darkness covers the sky

Could it be the magic of transformation?

This transforming the everyday

into something new

and fresh and clean

and bright

It takes an ordinary day and fills it

with festivity and fun

with new adventures and friends and laughter and silliness

and contemplation

Something that changes what is before us

and takes our breath away

with its beauty

Could it be we want the magic for ourselves

for our hearts and minds and souls

This transformation

to be taken from the ordinary

to something more, something precious, a treasure

to be the one who reflects the light and love

of those around us

even in the darkest of times

To create a stirring in their hearts

to be so wanted

and to be seen as beautiful too

Tread lightly for this beauty is fleeting,

it will not stay

If only the transformation could last…..

but maybe, if we remember, and carry the memory

in our hearts

maybe we can be like the snow gently falling in the dark of night

transforming what is around us

making it so people will see, really see

what is all around them

and maybe then, the magic will last