Tag Archives: winter

Another Winter

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 […]
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Taking Comfort

Standing on the cement patiohours after the sun fell awayI let go of the city and noiseand stare at the sky. Stars and patterns slowly come into focusforming images from college textbooks,a class I took that one winter whenI needed an escape and comfort. And the sky provided just that,structure and basic answers toquestions I […]
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Video: Winter Camping Can Really Suck –– or Not!

Video with a great message of the importance of being outside, if only to be a spectator.

Spirits in the Forest (Video)

Winter Grass and Wind

The winter grass and wind sings her song. Ravens join the chorus. Returning to roots and origin. Lulled to sleep by the natural world.

Pockets and Nests

The northern cold and snow arrived late this year. Huddled against the wind we walk icy paths to the hilltop. A clear view of the cloud-skewed sky. Pockets of white, grey, and rare blue. Various footprints scattered from trees to grasses. We stop briefly to admire the apparent stillness when only the wind is heard, […]
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Poem – Connections

Wandering the fields,a dusting of snow coats mature pine trees and grasses. They run free and wild as I walkthe trails we began building in the spring. Coyote dens near the hills are clean and organizedand the fox den recently found is still visible. So much life and nature in this field.Years are needed to […]
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Surviving

Slow down, stop, look to the sky. With eyes closed, take in nature, exhale burdens, worries, and angst. If only for that moment.

Poem – Across the Snowy Fields

We walk across ths snowy fields a chance meeting yet we always knew this day would arrive. I do not know your face from dreams of a spirit walking between tall trees, always obscured and hidden. But with the song playing out here between each snowflake. I know it is you.

Joline – Home

“Which way home?” She asked in child’s voice. “This way, into the sun.” I replied, pointing up the slope at the muted late winter sun at the path’s end. “We all come from the sun.”