Drop down dew, ye heavens, from above, and let the clouds rain the just one.
- Isaiah 45:8
I say the wrong season for two reasons. Though it is yet Winter, when I was returning from my holy hour this morning, it was both pleasing to see the beauty of the white stuff falling from the heavens once again (insofar as snow is simply beautiful and has a levity to its movement), and it was annoying to know that yet again the sidewalks, roads and lips of our brothers (cursing the snow) will be slick. It's also the wrong season liturgically - the text above is traditionally used in Advent.
Like I said, though, the snow is beautiful. Here's a simple picture of the front of our seminary building to evidence that.
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All that lovely snow! While I'm in the middle of a hot summer in the cenytre of South Africa where I live as a hermit, having moved here from France. We have a list for monstic subjects at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/monasterion
a hermit
Have you ever noticed how much quieter the world around us seems when the snow is falling? The noises are more subdued.
I have noticed. As well, for those who may have seen the (fairly) recent three-hour long film on the Carthusians Into Great Silence, I thought the philosopher/producer captured that fact beautifully. It makes me think also of the quiet of contemplation, as well as the stillness (the tranquilitas if you will) and permanence of a virtuous Christian life.
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Hermits with computers? non sequitur.
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