Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

More cold fingers, more cold toes.

January 3, 2018


Like so many of you, up here in Maine we've been living shoulder to shoulder with this arctic seat of weather. After a weekend shuttered indoors, I clamped on my ice trackers, my big coat, and finally, finally got outdoors for fifteen minutes. The sun--even in that persistent cold--was such a reassuring presence that I could finally see sun as mother, sun as father, sun as nudger-along and protector of life.


The light is returning. We owe it to this celestial clockwork to pay attention and to be gracious as often as we can spare the time, the warmth.





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