You make a good point about the inherent, sacred, nature of snow. And if snow is part of the who, what, where, when and why of you and your soul, then by all means: sing its praises and dance in its glory!
It's just this "Praying for snow on December 24th" then "heaping curses on snow on December 26th" strikes me as blasphemous. My agnostic Credo is: live where you are, love when you be, and PAY ATTENTION to this moment!
Also, I happenened to turn on "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition," last night; the family was in Florida, and for the final scene, they'd brought in two big snow machines to drop snow only on that family's front lawn, to give them a "perfect Christmas" while they stood in their shirtsleeves (with open collars) waving at the camera. And that, especially, strikes me as sinful hubris-- to reduce the power of snow to something we think we can control, for our own entertainment.
Also, kids who grow up here get bicycles for Christmas, but the big tree in the mall is still decorated with sleds...
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It's just this "Praying for snow on December 24th" then "heaping curses on snow on December 26th" strikes me as blasphemous. My agnostic Credo is: live where you are, love when you be, and PAY ATTENTION to this moment!
Also, I happenened to turn on "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition," last night; the family was in Florida, and for the final scene, they'd brought in two big snow machines to drop snow only on that family's front lawn, to give them a "perfect Christmas" while they stood in their shirtsleeves (with open collars) waving at the camera. And that, especially, strikes me as sinful hubris-- to reduce the power of snow to something we think we can control, for our own entertainment.
Also, kids who grow up here get bicycles for Christmas, but the big tree in the mall is still decorated with sleds...