a day of rest and wonder

Few things in life are as lovely to wake up to as a peaceful snow. The tree branches are still as though sleeping, and I imagine their surprise when they wake to find themselves draped with such delicacies. The eve of our birth, today is a day of rest and wonder.

I can't help but think of the incarnation when in the presence of new life.

This is the irrational season
when love blooms bright and wild.
Had Mary been filled with reason
there'd have been no room for the child.
After annunciation
Madeleine L'Engle

Today I can relate to this abandon of reason, the irrational season we enter when love is born.