Spring fell into an early winter.
We scramble to remember how cold was last year? How much snow? Where is that puffy jacket?
With little warning, no fanfare, the sky settles into the land, wrapping grey arms around each tree.
The road home follows that reddish path mixed with wet snow into a hazy transition where the sky and land meet.
They become one.
Winter is where peace emerges from the landscape, free of chatter and chaos. Sound and images become more clear and sharp. Music playing since time began surfaces.
In the process of turning within to find warmth and strength we essentially expose ourselves outward to others and the universe, extending a part of our true nature, showing our roots anchoring to this earth, as we reach beyond these limitations.
Another winter.
Another year of growth and another chance at mending fences and crossing divides.
