December 7, 2009
After the snowfall
In my last post I was talking about the darkness of winter — and then the day after that was dazzling, brilliant with sun on the half-melted, lacy snow crust and on the jewels of ice and wet snow clinging to the trees, the road shining white with salt and the sky a crystalline, piercing blue. Winter is the darkest time, but in some moments it can also be the brightest as Set, the Lord of Storms, passes through and then departs, trailing a glorious, transfigured beauty in His wake. Without the storm, we’d never see this radiant and transformed world; without His rivalry with Set, Heru would never be a true king, tested and tempered. So honor Set for His wild strength that shakes the sky; honor Heru Who arises in splendor.
Dua Set! Dua Heru! Nekhtet!
Reya Mellicker said,
December 16, 2009 at 10:33 am
I love storms, probably because I live in a sturdy, warm, well sheltered house.
But really why do other indoor dwellers dislike storms? Storms aren’t “mean” – or “angry” “raging” or any of the other adjectives attached to them. They’re just BIG.
Love your poetic description of the clean air and bright landscape of icy, snowy winter. Beautiful!!
Shefyt said,
December 16, 2009 at 10:51 pm
Thanks, Reya! ^_^