Today I sit inside a snowglobe. I'd love to grab woolen mittens and a wooden sled and spend the day sliding until my face freezes and my hair cakes with ice.
Ah... but for me, such activity is no longer possible. For a "not so young woman," attempting anything of the kind would be throwing not only caution, but also sanity, to the wind.
I can, however, toss aside any of my previous posting plans, and invite you to share a few spontaneous minutes of "virtual cloistered sledding."
We can then spend a little time contemplating God's seasonal gifts.
What do you say? Let's click "Winter Birds (and Nuns too)" to see what cloister gardens (and recreations!) are like at this time of year.
"A Winter's Serenade"
"Winter Poem of Mystical Death and Divine Rebirth"
And we can enjoy!
Photo © 2015 N Shuman