Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                  You who live temperate zones, who haven't lived through these months here of cold, shoveling snow, shoveling more snow, living in box canyons of snow, under worried roofs, dripping walls, chipping ice, walking stiff-kneed on ice, dressing complicatedly for every sojourn, the layers, the precautions, things matted, frozen shut, the dark skies, skies continually falling, dark, if you haven't looked out windows trying to remember what a yard looks like, trying to guess where the ground is, longing for green, longing for smells, longing to walk across grass, to be outside and not hurt, longing for something to be easy—do you know this yearning for light, for warmth, for beauty, for release, do you know this ache?

I believe you know it with or without the metaphor in your yard. It's the ache for the new world, for the old life to close its winter eye, the ice grave to crack wide open, for your true self to walk toward you out of the darkness. It's the ache for freedom, the long, dark ache for Easter.

It's not a bad thing to live in the longing, with even grace not merely laid at your feet yet, not of your doing, but purely gift. To know you are waiting, and what you are hungry for. And how deep is your longing. And that it is coming.

Today is the first day of spring. The forecast is for snow.

I am filled with hope.

          Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

__________________ Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net

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