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Walking on Clouds

“When there’s snow on the ground

I like to pretend I’m walking on clouds.”

-Takayuki Ikkaku

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or

usher in storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

-Rabindranath Tagore

“You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds.”

-Henry David Thoreau


Scenes from Winter – A Gallery of Photos

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“Let us love winter

for it is the

Spring of genius”

Pietro Aretino


“Snow was falling,
so much like stars
filling the dark trees
that one could easily imagine
its reason for being was nothing more
than prettiness.”
-Mary Oliver

“No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place”

-Zen Koan

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Sweet Solstice

December 21.

Breathing in, the earth surrenders to the shortest day of sun’s light, and the longest dark of night. The wave of light and darkness crests and the sun is welcomed back. Its journey is lengthened each day.

Honoring the earth’s process brings beauty and attention.  Deep comfort is found in the unfolding of the unending seasons.  The lovely flow carries us, and each day we absorb more of the increasing light.

These gifts of winter solstice are here to be freely embraced.

What precious gifts nature gives.

Winter, Snow, Small Tree, Glistening


As The Day Moves Into Night

As this serene and majestic winter day winds into the night, I am absorbed with the simple luxury of watching the sun’s colors paint the evening sky.  What better to be doing than this?

Still I will have time for more books, snow walks in the twilight, contemplation, before rest.  I will wish for more before sleep…

The world is so grand in its offerings!

I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read and all the friends I want to see.”

~John Burroughs

January Sunset, Pasture

The World in White

Bare Trees

These snow days are sweet with wonder.  The white carpet ensconces us warmly, allowing a deep simmering.  The simmering distills to peace.

A soul distilled from simmering shimmers with radiance reflecting the peace within.

Sweet, soft glow across the snow.  Oneness of white.

Time stills.

“There is no other time when the whole world seems composed of one thing and one thing only.” – Joseph Wood Krutch

Andrew's Trail in Snow

“Lo. sifted through the winds that blow, Down comes the soft and silent snow, White petals from the flowers that grow In the cold atmosphere.”                 -George W. Bungay


View from Andrew's Trail, Snow, Tall Trees Santa Rock, Snow, Trees Forest View, Snow5 Andrew's Trail in Snow

Holding on to Winter

It snowed all day today, March 10th.

This event was met with dismay by every other human that I know – but not by me!

Why can’t I get enough snow?  I’m not ready for winter to be over…

(I haven’t said this out loud to any other person).

Snow Caps in Pasture, MarchThe writer, Rick Bass
understands what snow can mean, does mean, to this human be-ing (me).  I was reading his Winter (notes from Montana) this afternoon as the big flakes fell steadily and silently down.

Continually. Rhythmically.  Silently. Magically.

Bass writes from his perspective as a native Texan of his first Montana winter and his immersion in snow:

“I’ll never get used to snow – how slowly it comes down, how the world seems to slow down, how time slows…                                       I don’t mind the cold. The beauty is worth it”.

“I watch individual flakes;  I peer up through the snow and see the blank infinity from which it comes;                                                    I listen to the special silence it creates.”

“I stand outside in the snow for long periods of time, in the middle of it, looking out:  I cannot believe I am so rich,              getting all this snow….                                                                        Everything’s so quiet.”

“It’s more like an afterlife.  I never dreamed I would live in a hard country away from people, with such quietness.”

Snow & Deck, March

Re-reading, then typing his words, helps me to understand why I’m hanging on to winter and to snow.  I crave more of that special silence, that feeling of richness, that comes in the sweetness of falling flakes and under the snow blanket they create.  Even with the slowing of time, the season went so quickly, too fast.

Spring will come and I will relish the unearthing and the rebirth all ‘round.  But not yet.  For a few more days let me feel all the depth, serenity and solitude of winter.