A gift of snow
by Bhaktin Melynda
This morning I was walking through the dining room and through the window I noticed a shimmering light. A few inches of light snow had just fallen overnight and the tiny flakes of glittering ice were floating in the cold air. It wasn't a hard wind, rather the snow was so delicate and weightless that just the air's natural current was tossing it around like a snow globe just after it is shaken.
It was so beautiful, incredibly so. I remember the first time I saw snow I was amazed by how it actually looked like someone had tossed handfuls of glitter into the air. Snowflakes have an almost unreal beauty, especially for someone who grew up in the desert. Today it was just as magical--it is, every time.
It is easy to feel frustrated and exasperated this time of year. The cold in February is bitter and persistent. The wonder and joy at the first snowfall of the season has long passed. We have several more weeks of freezing temperatures and storms ahead. It is too easy to forget the beauty in this stark world when our daily routines are buried in snow and ice...and of course, everyone has the 'flu. But these dark, cold days are simply counterpoints to the bright, warm days of summer. It is our privilege to see that both the sparkling lights and the darkness they illuminate, the warmth and the chill it dispels, both sides are the face of God.
Standing there at the window, enjoying a brief, extraordinary moment, I remembered a story I had heard just a few days ago.
Srila Prabhupada was walking along the Pacific ocean and there was a sunset that was so beautiful. Some devotees who were walking with him, one of them said, "Isn't that a beautiful sunset?" and Srila Prabhupada smiled.
He said, "If you think the art is beautiful, you should see the artist."