COLD AND QUIET CANADIAN WINTERS

Me at home

It is the coldest month of the year on the western Canada's prairies where my wife and I live. Our little house is buried behind wind-swept drifts of snow. Sub-zero Arctic temperatures make the windows frosty and morning sun can create magical crystal-like effects shining through the frigid air and falling snow.  LaRee and I stay indoors with a roaring fire in the living room fireplace. I have often written about this cloistered time of year. There is something almost sacred about the quiet days, evenings in bed beneath mountains of Down quilts and reading good books. It is sacred to me because it is in such winter quiet of January-February that that still small voice of God is most detectable.

Don't fill up your life with noise and clutter and hurry. Make time for silence, quiet prayer contemplation, books and nurture your interior life. Curl up in a cozy chair with a piping hot cup of tea of coffee. Take to heart the biblical exhortation "Be Still and know that I am God."

I invite you to watch and listen to Antonio Vivaldi's Winter below from his Four Seasons.
Mark