Tuesday, January 19, 2016

On the Snowbound Ridge

What makes one climb a hill on a bitterly cold day in January?

It could be the wild and rather melancholy pleasure that arises out of viewing expanses of snow demarcated by rocks, trees, old rails and pipe gates, nary a building in sight.  Perhaps it's Zen notions of emptiness, stirred up by the sound of the hollow wind sweeping the hills, sculpting random waves and abstract shapes as it passes.  It could be the inky blue of the deep shadows that lie over and around everything.  It might be an unexpressed desire for the order and containment represented by old cedar rails and rusty wire, a yearning for the beguiling realms that always seem to beckon beyond summits and rude gates.

In winter, the land reveals itself to a patient wanderer as it does at no other time during the year. One can see the true contours of the countryside and trace its rocky bones with her eyes, feel the land's peaceful sleep and share its slow dreams, sometimes even discern the shape of the springtime to come (although spring seems far away on such a day as this). If one is quiet and observant, there are swaths of subtle color to be seen in the snow and shadows, and there is music in the wind.  Who knew that blue came in so many entrancing shades?

There is no profound rhyme or reason for this week's frozen interval on the ridge - at least that I can figure out at the moment.  I was out on a hill among the rocks and snow people, and that was enough. And oh, the light...

5 comments:

Laura~Pretty Pix said...

Beautiful in so many ways.
I love your posts!

Lilian Nattel said...

What a beautiful meditation

Guy said...

Hi

Lovely post, so beautiful and serene.

Guy

Mystic Meandering said...

How I love those snow covered contours of the tree people... :)
You always help me to see and listen to life better...

sarah said...

So beautiful. I think if I lived near snow, I would want to be out in it too, it seems so peaceful and pure. I love the photo.