It Snowed on Tuesday

Walking in Snow

I remember as a child the several occasions when in the evening, when it was snowing, my parents would take us out for a walk. We would walk in the snow. I remember a strong sense of security, a magical mixture of physical cold and emotional warmth. It all came streaming back to me this morning as, in the dark just before dawn, I was shoveling our driveway. The scraping of the shovel on the pavement … and then the softness of stepping on snow – liking walking in velvet shoes “under a veil of lace”, writes the poet Elinor Wylie.

It may be sunny and warm where you are today; or perhaps you are walking on snow, as if on velvet. Receive the day with gratitude, and step lightly. Your life will be more joyful, and so with the lives of those around you.

A blessed Tuesday.

Ethan McGrath’s “Velvet Shoes”.

Mark Demers

Want to talk about sex, politics, spirituality? So do I. I grew up in a religious home in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Our country was reeling from assassinations and the devastation of the Viet Nam War. Looking for something beautiful, I got a degree in music, married the love of my life and had children. Looking for God, I then went to seminary. Looking for something that might transform the world, I became a local church pastor. Now, I’m always looking for people who want to talk about important things. I cherish conversations with emerging leaders, people who are antsy to try an idea they believe would change the world for the better. I’d would love to hear from you.