by Sr Nunother

I know a sister who prefers a day of dark clouds and sunsets dimmed by shadows. I confess I’m envious of her ability to see beauty where I experience unease. I find Cape Cod winters especially stark and its snowfalls just a step away from mud-mixed slush.  In late winter, I begin my search for hope. This year I found it in glittering ice flowers formed from snow, turned to sleet, turned to ice, in a rapid succession of Cape Cod temperature changes. God’s presence is in everywhere, in everything, when my faith door is open.