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Rise Like the Sun and Burn

 Welcome Back the Sun!!

On this beautiful winter solstice day the myriad gifts of the warm and nurturing Sun are acknowledged.

There is thankfulness for the grace in the giving.  Appreciation too for the countless ways we are sustained and lifted up by the radiance.

Now, even as winter settles in, the hours of sunlight grow longer and we have the potential with each day for more luminance and warmth, accelerating inner growth and deepening.

Roots reach for depths unexplored.

The knowledge that the sun lengthens its shining each day allows for a serene, restful absorption of the season. No need to yearn for Spring.  It is coming. .. In the meantime, the present of winter is to be savored.  Deep snow and long nights.  Love and light.  Dark mornings by candlelight.  Warm fires.  Good books. Snowshoe walks.  Life.

January 27

“The day will be what you make it,

so rise,

like the sun,

and burn.”

-William C. Hannan

Sunrise, Snow, Treeview

“…the Persian savior Mithra, who, as an incarnation of eternal light, was born on the night of winter solstice.”

-Joseph Campbell

Sunrise on Beach, Amelia Island

 

 

Sanctuary & Shelter

What is it about barns?  They just draw you in…

Barn in the Snow copy

 

Creating a bridge between the landscape and the humans who inhabit the land, barns provide a place of sanctuary and shelter, where hay is stored, cows are milked, and little furry babies are born.   The photos are of Montana barns with one exception.  The first photo below is from the West Virginia land where my Dad was born, and where my Grandparents farmed and made their life.  My Dad grew up on this land. I remember my Grandfather there in that barn, milking the cows and giving squirts of that fresh milk to the kittens that gathered.   There were horses in the field, chickens roaming, a big garden, wheat, pigs in the pen.  My Grandfather built this barn and it was a work of structural genius.

From a frosted October sunrise, this is Grandpa’s barn.

MINOLTA DIGITAL CAMERA Barn & Mountain Big Mountain, Horses & Red Barn, January

Shed with Mountain

 

I Notice

At 3am I feel these words spilling out,

Soft moonlight on the newly fallen snow.

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I notice these moments with you, they do not fly by.  Lingering in them, I feel the sweetness.

Stitched together time, a history together.

Little big moments of a life shared.

There are many riches:  the fire in the hearth, your warmth and sincerity, the kindnesses each day, music, books, Little Bear, watching the snow fall, the leaves turn, the summer unfold, the new earth awaken in spring, feeling you with me, loving you.

This is our life, savored and noticed.  I am overwhelmed by the beauty of our days together…

Craig at Whitefish Lake with Reflections

Trees are Temples & Forests are Cathedrals

The Preserve, Trees2
“When you enter a grove peopled with ancient trees, higher than the ordinary, and shutting out the sky with their thickly inter-twined branches, do not the stately shadows of the wood, the stillness of the place, …and the doomed cavern then strike you with the presence of a deity?”
–   Seneca  

 

The Preserve, Light Prisms

 “Going to the woods is going home.”

-John Muir  

The Preserve, Trees3

“My roots are in the depths of the woods.”   
–   Galle  

 The Preserve, Acorn

To me, nature is sacred;  trees are my temples and forests are my cathedrals.”
–  
Mikhail Gorbachev

The Preserve, Trees5