Saturday, January 3, 2015

Under the Cover of Winter

And don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī, Persian Sufi mystic (1207-1273)

Looking out the window at the winter snow blowing, I was grateful to be ensconced in my little abode, snug as a bug in a rug, hanging pictures and clearing out some boxes from the den. January is certainly conducive to taking stock, tidying up and germinating seeds in one's soul.


John said...

This image really 'struck a chord' for me. It immediately triggered a recollection from browsing through a book I have on Alfred Stieglitz.
Take a look at this:
My source says it was taken in 1902 - maybe not published until '07 - but hey, who's quibbling - you've really reached back into history for your inspiration !
Thank you !!

Shari said...

The congruence across time and space aligns even more strongly because back in aught-2 or aught-7 my street had rail lines running down them. I remember them as a kid. They were removed relatively recently. It's an interesting story for a summertime cycle and blog post. Thank you!