When the World is this cold, there’s not much stirring outside.
We huddle in our barrows and long for spring.
When we do, we miss the beauty. Crystalline air. Ice sculptures made of the most mundane webs and branches. Rivers slowed by pieces of itself frozen fast to the shoreline.
However you participate, this day offers itself up for your enjoyment. It’s a day off for many of us. How will you fill this precious Sabbath?
Bundle up. Wear all the clothes you’re supposed to. And go out into the world — go out knowing that you can come back in.
And spare thoughts for those who have no place to go. Maybe spare some change.
Peace needs to be for all of us.
Here’s to a frozen Sabbath Peace. May you enjoy it.