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6 December 2002

i love watching snow fall. so weightless, drifting unpredictably towards earth and sometimes back upwards again. i walk in the snowfall, watching as the world is covered in grace. how odd that this light, almost bodiless substance can become the weight of destruction. branches cracking and breaking; bodies falling; roofs caving in. and if it is spring, if the beauty of rebirth has begun, the devastation is that much more heartrending–limbs loaded with blossoms bearing the weight of the heavens with no relief until they snap and plunge. i wonder about this strange relationship. i do see snow as grace–as a beautiful covering for the death of the world. unasked for, freely giving, offering the water of life. but simultaneously devastating. is this the nature of grace?

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