This morning as I look out on the world from my window,
I see long thick ice cycles hanging on the eves of our
old house. The ice glistens with a pink glow that is
reflected from the clouds. All is clean and bright again
under the deep and peaceful snow blanket that has been
falling for two days.
Open the door and letting in a blast of cold air, I
look to the East and see the sun rising in a clear and
azure blue sky. The first rays of the sun dance across
the horizon and touch the clouds with a deep pink in
honor of our first snow.
Trees hold thin branches up to the sky covered with
snow offerings. A fat black crow comes to sit and talk
as I view the wonders of the sky. His sharp cawing reminding
me that it is cold and I must not stay too long here
in the snow. My hands and feet tingle with the cold
and my body comes alive with new and clear energy.
Wispy swirls of pink cotton candy smoke rise in silence
from the chimneys of the houses, and drift off in the
still morning. All is at peace as Creator moves darkness
aside and with the hand of love gifts the light of beauty
for all to see.
In my heart I hear Creator saying, “here is my
master piece, and now I add my signature as the final
touch.” It is with this great feeling of peace
that floods into my heart that I look out on a world
of white, and know that we are never alone.
Some times when I am in need of an answer I only have
to look up to the sky and see the message Creator had
painted for today.
Now the blessing of the sun and the final touch of
beauty fade as things of the moment do. I place these
in my memory to take out later and see them again in
my heart. This place of keeping the sacred gifts of
an all loving and all knowing Creator, is full and rich
from the many moments that are given for us to share.
The crystal hanging in the window, reflects rainbows
on the walls, bring in the brightness of love and beauty.
Today when I most needed it, my heart was lifted into
a place of love and compassion to understand the many
dark times that have passed in this year. It was a message
that we have all survived, and will continue to survive
in the future if we honor the gifts of beauty which
are of the moment.
I sing a song of winter beauty in honor of these gifts
from Creator, and ask for guidance in my life to continue
serving and helping others. The white vapor of my breath
joins the smoke in pink hues and disappears into the
For this moment I am and will always be a part of the
Creators master piece. If I lose sight of this path
I know that Creator will send a message on the sky for
me to follow home.
Love and blessings Waynonaha
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Early one winter morning I was driving along Forest
Avenue on my way to work in Portland, Maine. I was admiring
the sky and watching the clouds drift along toward the
ocean. This was always a wonderful, peaceful sight in
the morning, a time for letting go of the morning stress,
and clearing the mind.
Just before you enter the city, there is a large overpass.
This is usually full of ice and snow like a welcome
doorway. On this cold morning, as I drove to work, I
looked up to watch a flock of geese that came seeking
refuge from the winter cold. The pink clouds in the
background of drifting chimney smoke filled my heart
for the hours ahead.
It was my morning habit to fill all that I could with
good thoughts because I knew the rest of the day may
hold death and pain. A hospital is not an easy place
to work when your heart is not able to shut off emotions
and compassion for others’ pain and loss.
I looked up on this wonderful morning and there, on
the overpass, sat a snowy owl watching the traffic.
I had to look quick to realize what I had seen; it was
not an illusion.
I stopped as soon as I could and proceeded to turn
my little Blazer around to go back and look once more.
It took me some time to find a break in the traffic
that was getting heavy so close to the city. I got back
on the road and returned to the underpass, where I parked
near a small convenience store. I stopped and got out
to look again at the overpass. Sure enough, I was not
mistaken, there it was. On that snow-covered overpass
sat a very large snowy owl, it was magnificent. Like
some royal ruler of a winter kingdom, it sat and watched
its frozen domain. This was truly an answer to what
had just been on my mind that morning. My mind had been
contemplating the reason to life and all the everyday
cares that we must pass through to live and be happy.
I hold this in my heart and mind for the times when
I feel so lost and alone. I will always know that the
Creator is with us, if we but see the small wonders
and signs sent to show us we are never alone. The snowy
owl sat on that overpass for a few weeks before it decided
to leave for better hunting. The Portland newspapers
ran an article on it, but only as a local interest story.
The true meaning of the owl was never revealed to the
unknowing public. Perhaps it was not important for this
to happen as we each see things in our own way and we
hold that thought in our hearts forever.
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