After The Storm

Dear God, Thank you for this day, this first of December, this bringing of winter, this freshening. The last night of November went out in a shout, rain battered our windows, angry gales shook our gardens, the earth trembled below as the tempest continued through the night. But this day, this first of December, brings the calm after the storm, with just a little touch of frost to keep us from complacency.

On the step outside my door, from my kneeling prayer to you, I see a small creature, dead, squashed, it’s body like a scorpion, long and thin, the pincers open as if still ready to grasp. A bird sings sweetly from a tree nearby, life is here, he says, now, and I am so grateful for this December day. Thank you God, your creation is awesome.

About maskednative

I live in Ireland, in an extended cottage overlooking Waterford Estuary, privvy to constant changes of light on water, colour and movement, tides and people. I am anglo-Irish and although my initial intention was to live here for a year and a day, I am still here, a blow-in to these shores for the past fifteen years. There have been countless times when I wanted to run back to England with homesickness and relief, but for one reason or another, so far, it has not been possible. I surrender, the soul of Ireland has captured me, allowed a glimpse of the world behind the mask of everyday experiences, bringing forth a mixture of words and pictures from an ordinary everyday life, filled with ordinary everydayness that I offer as a celebration, to the creator of this truly wonderful planet.
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