Today is cold. Really bitter cold, with a sharp wind that cuts through any number of layers of clothing. I had been lulled into a false sense that it really wasn't winter, until today. New Year's Eve was almost balmy, and New Year's Day arrived much the same. Ahhh....wouldn't it be nice to fast forward to spring? But, the cold reminds me that I am really not at all in control of my environment, for it is, indeed, winter. I am only in control of my response. So, I bundle up in my coat, turn on the heat in my car, make sure I have warm socks and gloves on. But none of that changes the icy temperature that assaults my face and makes me wince. It is still winter. Oh to be like the hardy nandina, whose simple response to the frosty temperature and blustery cold wind is to produce beautiful red berries amidst the lacy, delicate foliage. It's a grace response, full of beauty. It gracefully bends in the wind, wears a thick blanket of heavy snow with ease, and bounces back as the melting begins with the shining sun. So I'm going to try and think like the nandina this winter and respond with grace and beauty, whether to the icy season or to an icy person. Grace is what makes all the difference.
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