16 February 2010

glitter and humiliation. and stuff.

so i was only recently introduced to the wonder of frozen fog. sounds fake, right? but it turns out that not only is this phenomenon real, it's visually stunning.

with nary a cloud in sight, 'snow' crystalizes out of thin air and clings to the trees, roof tops, fence posts. i could actually be fond of winter when it's all twinkle and lucency.

frost fingers.


meanwhile, a fair dumping of actual snow has had us holed up indoors with soups and games and extra quilts.


i used to be good at this.


[and speaking of games, it tends to not be a good idea to announce that you were once the Undeafeated Grandmaster of Connect Four, as this rash confidence just might precipitate a humiliating loss to your nine year old. hypothetically.]

also? i have just surfaced from eleven hours of tax forms and schedules and publications, but i was reminded that in spite of my wholehearted and enthusiastic disdain for tax filing, we did have an income last year. i'm thankful for that.

also also? mere gratefulness no longer cuts it. awareness of my blessings only counts for something if i share my more than enough with people who do not have enough. medicine. clean water. rice. hope.

hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come. you wait and watch and work: you don't give up. {anne lamott}

hold me to that, my friends. this skin of apathy is too tight and i'm itching to outgrow it.

6 comments:

Flower Patch Farmgirl said...

That frozen fog is the cat's meowwww! Incidentally, my dad always calls it, with no irony, "Whore frost". It always made me uncomfortable because, well, my dad's just not "that" kind of guy. Only now do I realize that it's "Hoar frost". Blasted homophones.

ps - Your last line is pure lovely.

Nicole said...

Beautiful Post! You just intoduced me to frozen fog! Thanks :)

Aunt LoLo said...

@ Flower Patch Farmgirl - LOL. My mother always called it hoarfrost as well. We had it in Spokane, WA, when I was growing up. I never got it mixed up with "whore"... I did, however, wonder why she had no problems taking her children to a "strip mall." Heh.

Seeker said...

Wow. I really like that quote. I'm learning the difference between hope and faith, myself. They are quite different, yet simultaneously quite similar. And altogether glorious to have sprinklings of both throughout my days. Thanks for your email. It made me hopeful. And inspired me to be faithful.

lulu and family said...

mere gratefulness no longer cuts it. awareness of my blessings only counts for something if i share my more than enough with people who do not have enough.

I AM RIGHT THERE WITH YOU! I WANT AND NEED THIS.=) BLESSINGS TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY FROM CO.

Aunt LoLo said...

@ Flower Patch Farmgirl - LOL. My mother always called it hoarfrost as well. We had it in Spokane, WA, when I was growing up. I never got it mixed up with "whore"... I did, however, wonder why she had no problems taking her children to a "strip mall." Heh.