Snow Falling At Dawn Louise Gallagher Sometimes, on mornings like this, when the sky is gloomy grey and snow falls softly as the world rests lightly in the lingering tendrils of night's embrace, I stand outside in the still quiet space before the dawn and close my eyes and turn my face up towards the sky to feel the cool slick wetness of snow falling against my skin. I listen to the river flowing to the sound of geese stirring on the far bank where they rest upon a gravel bar throughout the night. A quiet honk, a rustle of wings and then only the sound of the river flowing. In the distance, I hear the sibilant hiss of tires approaching followed by the more gutteral thrum as a car crosses over the bridge. For a moment, my mind will stray and I will wonder about their direction. To work? Or coming home? Were they at the hospital all night saving lives? Tried? Weary? Exhausted? Or are they on their way fresh faced and eager to greet this day where they will serve in a multitude of ways those of us who venture out only for necessities. And then, I’ll take a little breath say a quiet prayer of gratitude for whomever it is crossing the bridge and in that prayer I will remember all those who have crossed over their final bridge and all those who will cross over on this day that is just beginning which will become their last. Tenderly I hold the silence in the sacred nature of my heart beating quietly in this darkness before the dawn and let my mind settle once again into the still quiet spaces of morning awakening slowly beneath the tender light of snow falling at dawn.
Today is my birthday.
It is a day full of gratitude. Grace. Generosity. And above all Love.
My heart is full.
And though the world around me is locking-down in an effort to stem the flow of this virus that is reaching out in ever-widening waves to infect more and more people and cause more and more hardship, gratitude remains at the core of all I feel and know. All I welcome in and all I bring to this day.
I am thankful for my beloved. His heart and kind-spirit. His constancy and Love.
I am grateful for my daughters. For their tender mercies and love that has never faltered even when I have fallen on the road of life and lost my way.
And for my step-son and daughter who remind me always that love can expand in never-ending ripples of joy and laughter in this sacred space of being family.
I am grateful for my sisters who hold my heart and memories with such grace and who share theirs with endless generosity. And for the men in their lives who stand with us in all kinds of weather.
I am grateful for my friends. For those who have been on this path with me for many years and those who have only recently started walking beside me. Your presence illuminates my path, no matter the times.
I am grateful for all of you. For visiting me here. For being part of my journey. For encouraging me and seeing me and acknowledging me on this path.
There are many paths to find joy, contentment, happiness, peace. I am so grateful you are all at the heart of mine.