When I walked this Christmas morning I was struck by how much of the lawns were still green. The Lake is mostly frozen, but down in our cove (to the right of the picture) it has melted. Sun came out bright and clear this afternoon.
Snow and Christmas so often go together in our part of the world, that it takes some deliberate effort this year to "think Christmas." Outward signs have a huge impact on our interior life. But as I walked I made myself think about Bethlehem and how Jesus was probably born in warm weather, if shepherds had their sheep out in the fields. A real place. A real event. Meaning takes over.
Love became flesh to wake the Divine within us.