The challenge: A photo of my one or more of my grandkids for every week in 2014.

This is week 10 of The 52 Project, and this precious boy is my g’son, B. He is on a trip visiting family in Indianapolis. He lives in Los Angeles, California, so snow is not something that he sees every day–make that any day. So, it comes as no surprise that his curiosity got the better of him and he is having his first taste of the white stuff. Given the look on his face, I think it safe to assume that he likes it, he likes it. Me? I can feel an attack of brain freeze coming on.

Blessings, Lydia

All Will Be Well, ~ Julian of Norwich

English: Stillness at the lake, Canonteign Falls Grounds, South Devon, U.K. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Keeping Quiet

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all keep still.

For once on the face of the earth,
let’s not speak in any language;
let’s stop for one second,
and not move our arms so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without rush, without engines;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Fisherman in the cold sea
would not harm whales
and the man gathering salt
would look at his hurt hands.

Those who prepare green wars,
wars with gas, wars with fire,
victories with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, doing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total inactivity.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives moving,
and for once could do nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when everything seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I’ll count up to twelve
and you keep quiet and I will go.

                             ~ Pablo Neruda

Blessings, Lydia

All Will Be Well, ~ Julian of Norwich