snow

Snow on the earth of northern NM today. In the air. In the clouds, and in every space between. Every branch, wall, car, building, wears its own shape again, raised higher and lighter. The white equalizes, silences. The streets aren't plowed yet, and we who leave our houses remember what it is to defer to nature's agenda for once. My coffee and internet space is nearby, and it's open, thankfully. Yet to see if the holiday artisans' market downtown will be. I'm due there soon to help sell chocolate, ginger tea and tepache. But if there are more important matters than commerce going on today, great. If we won't seek peace, let the earth seek us out with it. Give us its own peace, from rush and struggle and consumption. From all our needs and expectations of what all these holiday-mirages demand. Let there be peace on earth. If not in the ideal, if not in the whole, at least I give thanks for it here, on this ground: in these most tangible, underfoot and overhead manifestations.