Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Bridgit Moon<\/p>\n
The snow comes down here like a fluffy waterfall.\u00a0 Behind its flowing curtain pine trees bend to greet it, a gentle wind bends it slightly toward the southeast.\u00a0 The limestone of the Monastery stands out brown and tan and rust, a wainscoting for the horizon while rising above it is the gray sky, its up turned pitcher still full with frozen water, still pouring on us here.<\/p>\n
The interior here, the monastery rooms and church have become more welcoming, our shelter in the face of this quiet storm.\u00a0 My interior, too, rejoices at the calm the snowfall brings.\u00a0 It is a time for listening, for being with those I care about, a time for retreat.<\/p>\n
Ah, there’s the bell for 8:45.\u00a0 I have to go.\u00a0 The herd gathers again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Imbolc\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Waxing Bridgit Moon The snow comes down here like a fluffy waterfall.\u00a0 Behind its flowing curtain pine trees bend to greet it, a gentle wind bends it slightly toward the southeast.\u00a0 The limestone of the Monastery stands out brown and tan and rust, a wainscoting for the horizon while rising above it is the … Continue reading Snow on the Prairie<\/span>