It's not often that New York is completely covered in a white blanket. The snow has been relentless for the past 12 hours and it shows no signs of letting up anytime soon. Although a rare sight, it is one that is welcome since the last time a blizzard of this magnitude occurred my age was surely in the single digits.

I remember so many winter days that watching the snowfall meant only a few key things to my young and carefree mind. The first was the prayer and hope that it was just enough snow to cause the chain reaction that would eventually lead to hearing those beautiful words from the radio announcer that school was officially and magically 'cancelled'. Oh how sweet those words were!

The second thought that came not 1 second after the first was that as soon as you were given the green light from your folks, it was time to go play in the snow. Today, even if my adult mind contemplates the thought of stepping out into the sub-zero weather, I get a chill running throughout my entire body, yet to a 10 year-old there was nothing more fun and adventurous to do. Snow angels, snowball fights and making a sleigh out of anything were just a few of the activities waiting to happen.

I admit that at this very moment, as I stare out into the horizontal snowfall whipping by, I do not share those sentiments as I once did to run out into the snow. I can however, see things I was once did not. Those things I will not discuss here since I know we each see and feel different things as we look out the same window. I will say that if we look long enough and shut the outside noise off, we start to piece all the snowfalls since those days long ago to create a picture that is uniquely ours and ours alone. What does your picture look like?

I'll get the coffee and we can tell each other what we see.
much blizaardy love
Adrian

What can I say? I am a sucker for a beautiful moon. Something about it makes me feel good. As if it were created only for me to enjoy, to lighten up the night sky and illuminate the path before me when city lights are far away. Yes, that is what I think about when I see that white orb floating above the horizon.

The additional amazing thing about our moon is that unlike the sun, it displays itself in various forms throughout the month. There's the full moon, half moon, new moon, quarter moon and one of my personal favorites as well as tonight's display, the crescent moon. A sliver of silver that almost looks as if someone took a knife to the midnight canvas above our heads and sliced the smallest of pieces from it. We couldn't probably even count the amount of songs, poems, photographs and paintings that are created from the moon that we see each and every day and sometimes, unfortunately even forget to look at through the lenses of our hectic lives.

So on this moon-filled night, I say to us all, "let's stop and look at what God has prepared for us to enjoy even if it's not in your schedule..you'll be glad you did."

have a most magical night as shall I and I will see you all soon, out there, on the horizon that we're always on and yet is ever before us.

much luna love
~Adrian

Death and taxes. That's how the saying goes regarding things you can count on in this life. But what about all that stuff in between? Wasn't there supposed to be some other activities besides payinf the government it's share and waiting for a visit from the man upstairs? I'd like to think so. I believe that we would all like to thinks so.

I sat back this morning and just observed people on their way to work. No judgments, just observations. Some readers with their heads buried in the next chapter of a book(I'm guilty of this one), some ever so gently bobbing their heads to the beat of whatever music they deem appropriate for 8:30am and mostly everyone else with their eyes slowly fading and necks turning to gelatin as they muster up the strength to keep from falling asleep on the shoulder of the stranger next to them.

As you scan the faces you can almost hear their thoughts out loud. "I need more sleep." "It's almost Friday." "I'm going to start working out on Monday." "safjaslfjeroighasdg." That last one is for the obvious lack of coherent thinking that some people feel as they travel to work every day.

I have heard it said that sometimes in life we are playing marbles with diamonds because we are unaware of the value of what we have and therefore treat it as a game and fail to attribute the correct importance to what we've been given. So what's in your hand, marbles or diamonds?

Perhaps the thoughts of those same faces could be..."I can't believe some people don't have a place to sleep, I'm so grateful." "Friday or not, I have a job and it gives me the possibility to do many other things." "Tonight seems like the perfect time to start working out." "fkjfhlrtkukjhlksdfhs." Just because we're playing with diamonds doesn't mean we can't have the occasional incoherent thought.

I don't always realize that I have diamonds in my hands. Sometimes, on occasion, it evens feels like it's a dirty lump of coal to be honest but that sure beats never seeing the shine come through. It's easy to play with marbles, anyone can do it but to play the game with diamonds takes a real craftsman of life.

much diamond love
~Adrian