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Blizzard 2014 temp

Here in northern Indiana, it doesn’t take much talk of snow before the conversation turns to the great blizzard of January 1978. I was visiting Goshen, Indiana, when that incredible storm hit. We were cooped up indoors for days. Unforgettable, even for a young child. It was quite overwhelming.
The snow storms of the past few days have been as bad as I can remember for a long time. A good time to sit at the kitchen table and write. Here’s a sestina with my musings on snow and change and hope. Wherever you are tonight, stay warm!



I was a witness, a passenger, a caged bird, for the great snow
of seventy-eight. I lived through the cost and chaos, saw the way
the windswept landscape shifted so much you couldn’t find
your bearings ten feet from your front door. One savage, billowing drift
that month took my grandmother’s home in its teeth. This was all new
to me, freshly arrived in these parts, awe-struck as the blizzard ground

on and on outside. Her patio doors, glazed from ground
to ceiling, once so inviting, were now struck white as snow,
the color of dreams, of fate, of oblivion. I never knew
till that awful recognition, how God could wipe away
all trace of humanity from the earth, could let us just drift
free, one tiny speck on the ocean that no one would ever find

again, if not for grace. Appalled, I realized I couldn’t find
my face in the glass, could see no prints on the ground.
Unknowing, I had become a son of Noah, shut in to drift
for days on end, counting my breaths, watching the snow
rise like a flood, dumb as an animal, with no way
to open the hatch, to breathe fresh air, no word of new

land. I learned the fickleness of hope. Perhaps this is what God knew
in shutting the door so tight on Noah and his clan… That to find
a new life, one must first let go for good of the old, give way
to the swelling tide, feel one’s feet swept from the ground
and lose the stars, become a tiny fleck of wind-blown snow,
yielded to providence. One must be willing to drift

on moonlit seas, beyond all maps. How else to learn that we cannot drift
beyond the compass of the divine? Of the one who knew
us long before the morning stars first sang. How else find that there is no
place that we can go where God is not, and no place we will not find
that tell-tale laughter, light as paw prints upon new ground,
the wise dragon voice that tells us others have been this way

before, and this new thing will not lead to death. There was no way
I could have known this forty years ago, before that awful snow drift,
no way to comprehend the majesty of creation as it swept the ground,
no way to know of love, and loss, and life again in better lands. I only knew
that I was a child, one tiny stowaway aboard this ark. It would be years till I would find
the sun and truly trust it. First I would need to climb and fall and climb again, to learn to love the snow.

Now I have returned. Tonight, half a lifetime away, I stand before the window as a new
blizzard hides both sky and ground. Once more, I feel my feet begin to slip, but now I find
no terror. Instead, I laugh and let my soul drift high, yielded to grace, to change, to snow.




Picture from the Admiralty Blog


Here in Indiana, we’ve begun 2014 with a snow storm.  Listening to the weather forecasts on the radio takes me back to my childhood in England, listening to BBC Radio Four.   The broadcast day would always end with the news at midnight, followed by the Shipping Forecast – giving all the weather details necessary for the thirty-one shipping zones around the U.K.  Finally, the listener would be serenaded with the soothing strains of “Sailing By” as the radio drifted towards the silence of night.

There is such poetry in the Shipping Forecast, at least to me. The piece that follows really needs to be read aloud.  Preferably while wrapped up warm indoors.  Happy New Year to all!



And now the shipping forecast,
issued by the Met Office on behalf of
the Maritime and Coastguard Agency at 2300 UTC today.
There are warnings of gales in all areas except Trafalgar.

The General synopsis at 2300: Low Southeast Iceland 967
moving away northeastwards by midday tomorrow.
New deepening low expected 250 miles southwest of Iceland 959
by same time. New high expected Thames 1025 by that time.

The area forecasts for the next 24 hours
Viking, North Utsire, South Utsire…
Forties, Cromarty…
Forth, Tyne, Dogger,

Fisher, German Bight
Southwest 6 to gale 8, veering west or northwest 5,
then backing southwest 4 later. Moderate or rough,
becoming slight or moderate. Occasional rain. Moderate or good

Humber… Thames, Dover,
Southwest 6 to gale 8, veering north 5, then veering east 4 later.
Moderate or rough, becoming slight or moderate. Occasional rain.
Moderate or poor, occasionally good

Wight, Portland, Plymouth, Biscay, Trafalgar…
FitzRoy, Sole, Lundy, Fastnet, Irish Sea…
Shannon, Rockall, Malin, Hebrides…
Bailey, Fair Isle, Faeroes…

Southeast Iceland
Easterly or northeasterly becoming cyclonic for a time,
7 to severe gale 9. Rough or very rough, occasionally high in northwest.
Rain or showers. Good, occasionally poor

Sailing By

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