Frost Flowers and Trash
Part Two | Grounded and Rooted in Love: A Foundation for Whatever Comes | An Advent Study of Julian of Norwich’s Revelations of Divine Love
Every morning this week I’ve been out in what is for Tennessee frigid temperatures: low 20s and even teens fahrenheit. My motivation besides not breaking my workout schedule was to find as many frost flowers as I could. After finding several dozen on Tuesday on the green way, I was startled to find hundreds ringing the edges of a field on my way to the gym. I of course pulled over and ran across the road to take pictures. I wondered if the cars that passed me thought it was strange. I wondered if they noticed.
I first found out about frost flowers from my friend Sherry when she posted pictures of some she’d found hiking a few years ago. After she’d posted about them, I was dying to find some, but went out looking without understanding what caused them to form. It took me several tries, and I found my first ones by accident: hiking Radnor Lake State Park in twenty-degree weather two years ago. The very next day I was driving down my own road towards the highway, and spotted dozens in the un-mown edges along the stream. I realized then, I’d seen them before, but instead of recognizing them for what they were, I’d thought a trash bag with papers or tissues had burst along the road.
You see from a distance, it’s hard to distinguish a frost flower from trash. Of course, if there were less trash on our roadsides, then trash wouldn’t be our first thought when the white blooms appear. But we have become so accustomed to trash that we miss the magic.
Frost flowers only occur in the southeastern region of the United States because only about a half dozen species of plants produce the phenomenon. They range as far west as Texas, as far north as Maryland, and as far south as Florida. The plants have to be present, but the conditions have to be right as well. It only happens during the first hard freezes when the air is in the low twenties or below, but the ground hasn’t yet frozen. There has to be a good amount of moisture in the ground. And then as the air temperature drops, the water rises up the hollow stems of the plants and freezes as it comes into contact with the air. The plants’ stems extrude the thin sheets of ice in a variety of patterns, no two frost flowers are the same.
I’ve been wandering the roadsides, walking paths, and trails near me this week snapping hundreds of pictures of frost flowers and meditating on what we miss because we’re accustomed to the trash. In the first passage we’re reading from Julian’s revelations this week, Julian is considering the revelation that “all shall be well” in light of the evil we see in the world. And she says, “For he wants us to know that the smallest thing will not be forgotten” (p. 80). It’s clear in this context that “all shall be well” is not an empty comfort in light of the evils that cause humanity so much sorrow, but a promise that when the kingdom of God is fully realized, then all shall be well. For only “on the last day you will truly see it in fullness of joy…. For just as the blessed Trinity made all things from nothing, so the same blessed Trinity will make all well that is not well.”
Julian locates the power of creation in the Trinity: in the eternal relationship that is God, not just in the person of the Father as we so often assume. This lines up with the poetic description we find in the very first lines of Genesis where God created, the spirit of God swept over the face of the water, and the word of God brings everything into being: the spirit and the word being synonymous with the Son and the Spirit. So here in the first lines we have the eternal relationship that is God as the seat of all that is, and by extension, all that will be restored.
I return to her assurance that the smallest thing will not be forgotten as I scroll back through my pictures of the frost flowers. More ephemeral than even the tiny blossoms of spring known by that name, these fleeting wonders among the trash of our byways remind me strongly of the faith that I nearly missed out on because its telling had been littered on for so long, I couldn’t see the substance that was there. And fortunately, unlike frost flowers, the truth of God’s enduring, all-encompassing love for us isn’t fleeting, nor delicate. But like the frost flowers, the radical truth of how much God loves us has been obscured by the garbage thrown out into our thoroughfares by the people who were supposed to be protecting them.
God’s love is too big for so many supposed keepers of the faith, both now and in Julian’s day. In this same chapter, we see her wrestling with the revelation of God’s love to all, and the church’s teaching of damnation of all who die outside the faith of the church. Then as now, segments of the church fenced the idea of who could and couldn’t be saved, be a part of the community, based on arbitrary rules dictated not by the love of God, but by the church. Looked at in this light, it’s an obvious power play: if God truly loves everyone, and if God is capable of revealing Godself to anyone, where is the power of the church?
Of course, the power of the church was supposed to be about working towards the mutual thriving of all of creation. The church was supposed to–is supposed to–model the creative relationship of God’s own self on earth. The church was never meant to be aligned with the twisted kingdoms and governments of this earth nor to act as an agent of empire. The people of God were always supposed to recognize themselves as a fellowship from God’s kingdom, working towards God’s kingdom goals in the midst of a world that is twisted by evil, twisted by the absence of good and God, and do our best to untwist things and work towards mutual thriving as much as we can wherever we can. And we are supposed to be carrying the knowledge of God’s too-big, all-encompassing love to anyone who doesn’t know about it, not because they have to pray a formula of all the right words in order to join an exclusive club, but because when you know about something awesome, you tend to want to invite others into it.
When we lose sight of that we obscure God’s revelation of a love that’s bigger than any of us can imagine. A love that is not fleeting, but that we’ve been taught to ignore the signs of. And yet if we will relearn to see it, we’ll see there’s still magic waiting to be discovered and waiting to be shared.



Grounded and Rooted in Love
A Foundation for Whatever Comes: An Advent Study of Julian of Norwich’s Revelations of Divine Love
When: Dec 4, 11, 18 | 8pm EST
Where: Zoom
St. Julian of Norwich lived in a world where plagues wiped out as much as half the population of Norwich in her lifetime. She survived catastrophic flooding, violent storms, a war, and a church more interested in ethnic purity and control than the spiritual well-being of the people. She reaches across the centuries to us with her Revelations that show a God who is not angry, but loving. A God of justice and true peace.
Come join this Advent study where we will delve into selections from Julian’s Revelations and perhaps learn to see God a little differently in our time. And learn how faithfulness in the small things translates to change across centuries.
We will be meeting for an hour to an hour and a half on zoom each week for three weeks during Advent. I’ll be using the new Oxford World Classics edition of Julian’s Revelations and will send out the chapters/page numbers a week in advance of our meeting.
If you can, please purchase the book at least a week before December 4th. If you cannot purchase the book, please reply to this email or message me and I will get the sections to you, I don’t want anyone to be left out.
For those of you new here, Hi! I’m Anna Elisabeth Howard, CJN. I am an author, movement chaplain, hiking guide, and graduate of Fuller Theological Seminary. I am passionate about mutual thriving and healing our place in the natural world. A Companion of Julian of Norwich since the feast of Julian this year, I love to help other people be accompanied by Julian and to discover Julian’s words.
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I also led an Advent Study last year on Julian. If you were part of that, we are studying different sections this year, so it’s not a repeat! If you are new this year, that’s great too! You can, totally optionally, read my reflections on those passages from last year in the posts below.
Advent 2023
“I wish I could still believe in God, but I can’t be a Christian anymore because of ______” Fill-in-the-blank with racism, misogyny, homophobia, toxic capitalism, and so on. I’ve had this conversation with different people almost word-for-word over and over. White American Christianity has so defined God that many people cannot separate God from the toxic theology they were taught.
But this isn’t the God I see in the Bible. The Bible shows us a God meeting people where they are and nudging them towards justice and total thriving for all: shalom. The Bible details arcs of justice and societal reform. If we understand how radical those arcs were in the context of the day, we can extend them forward into the future and figure out how to work for justice, total thriving, and societal reformation in our day.
I grew up in that first world view. Come along, and I’ll tell you the story of how I escaped, and I’ll show you a theology that I believe paints a more accurate picture: a faith for the common good where everyone thrives and no one is left out.
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Anna Elisabeth Howard writes highly caffeinated takes on shalom as a lens for everything from her front porch in Hendersonville, TN where she lives with her husband and two sons. She is a community organizer and movement chaplain with a background in youth and family ministry and is a graduate of Fuller Theological Seminary. An avid hiker and backpacker, many thoughts start somewhere in the middle of the woods, or under a waterfall. She is a regular contributer to Earth & Altar and her latest book is Inward Apocalypse: Uncovering a Faith for the Common Good.
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