Megan accepted the applause at the end of her speech but was dismayed. She hadn’t felt the normal elation that came after a successful corporate weekend.
This was her fourth year of speaking at the annual conference of her peers – a conglomeration of scientists, engineers, mathematicians, and theologians. Her talk on “The quantum theory and how the electrodynamics of the Universe integrates fundamental physics concepts to better understand the impact of human activities on Earth’s systems” was always a popular culmination to the gathering. Continue reading →
Snow falls as silently as stardust on a bright clear night.
Stardust covers the houses and the trees and the ground and you –
if you’re out on a star-filled night.
The sound is a hush.
A hush as haunting and beautiful as a
mother’s lullaby to her newborn babe.
It’s the same sound of snow falling on oak and dale,
on lampposts and driveway, on forest and plain.
But the snowflakes are exposed by their very nature;
they are white and pristine on a background of pewter sky.
The snow shines like elegant moving polka dots
floating with the grace of a thousand ballerinas.
It’s the dance of nature’s beauty,
of the grace of life and death,
of love from the spirit of the universe.
Snow falls silently so we can hear
our own delight at nature’s spectacle.
Snow falls silently so we can accept
our life, and death,
on nature’s terms.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO MY ROUGHWIGHTING READERS
FROM MY HOUSE – TO YOURS