Today we awoke to the first snow of the year.
There was a white dusting over everything, and the familiar horizon of layered mountains was hidden behind a thick white fog.
I smiled when I opened the door to my rondaval and saw it all. For some reason, I naturally associate the first snow of the year with a new beginning, a fresh start -- and after the past few weeks, the feeling was welcome.
It was as if the snow and the sharp, cool air gave me a chance to take a clean, fresh breathe, and move forward from the sadness.
The feeling remained even as the snow settled into a soft rain, and the dusting disappeared, and the white world turned back to its winter browns and grays.
It's strange how little things can revive you here, or suddenly twist your face into an unexpected smile and remind you that despite all the suffering -- and also in light of it -- there is so much to continue fighting for.
In the last few weeks, I have been profoundly moved by what I've seen. I have a new sense of death, a new sense of innocence, a new sense of the former's disregard for the latter.
I have also gained perspective that will stick with me the rest of my life.
What we are doing here at TTL is fighting on the side of innocence, against death's arbitrary hand. And somehow, that's enough, as long as we don't give up.
Snow or no snow, each day is a new beginning, a fresh start, another chance to fight.
All that matters is that we rise to the challenge, bruised from the day before or not.
Glad to hear that something as simple as snow can bring you what you need to keep pushing. Awesome!
I just read today's message, and wanted you to know that I'm thinking about you, and all the good work you are doing. Hang in there. I know it's sometimes tough as to why death comes, much too soon, for some. But you are doing the great things in trying to help, as Mother Theresa and her sisters have done, the poorest of these poor children. We often don't know why God let's these things happen, but know that what you are doing is very much appreciated by those less fortunate and their families. I'm so proud of you. So, stay well and continue the good deeds. I will keep you in my daily thoughts and prayers. My best and love to you, your distant "uncle" carl vacketta.
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