When the snow arrived on Thursday, it brought with it a feeling of purification
and relief. Not much has changed since my last post with the various challenges this
moment has presented me with, but internally a deep surrender has settled in and
soothed the sharpness as the snow has softened the hills.
The juncos have moved close to the feeders, fluffing their sweet feathers and
darting from branch to branch and from seed to suet in a never ending dance.
I attempt again and again to interest Pasha in watching them from the big living
room window, but he is much more of a mouse-cat than a bird-cat, thankfully!
Before the snows, Pasha and I took a walk in the cold and frozen forest.
Jude walked alongside me that day as I noticed frozen moon-rings,
and Sophie came to mind when I visited this favorite tree. Its wound
reminds me of so many things, but this day it was a seed pod.
Though I am in between studios and haven't made art in over
a month, I'm never far from my process as long
as I continue to look.
Contrasts of conifer greens and browns and ice
reflecting winter sky struck me.
This afternoon I put away the Christmas/Solstice decorations.
I moved into it as a grounding ritual. Bitter winds howled
outside and I paused to watch the
magic moment of dusk.
A white winter cloth replaces a red one on the table,
and I celebrate the cleansing and deepening gifts
of snow and ice.