Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Mostly, March is winter.

March 13, 2017


At least, up here in the north it is.

And, you know, I kind of love that about March. 


February is so dependably endless and cold, and while there's comfort in that last, long meditation of winter, I always realize how much I've missed the turbulence of spring. 


A good reminder to be oneself, despite the disturbance it might cause, despite the squalls that may follow.

Occasionally, our boots must, I think, get stuck in the mud one day, snow the next, just to remind us of where we stand. 







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