Winter and Spring are dancing with each other. Yesterday, Winter led the dance with gusting winds and frigid temperatures, but Sunday, Spring will lead the dance with sunny skies and temperatures in the 50s. The tug of war goes back and forth. Winter, Winter, Spring. The real tug of war is in our minds. WeRead more about The Dance of Winter-Spring[…]
We woke up this morning to 3 inches of snow and a winter wonderland of snow-covered trees. The sky is blue–a perfect day. March has crept in like a lamb, soft, white, and fleecy. In these turbulent times, can we hold ourselves with a soft and fleecy kindness? A soft compassion for our own troublesRead more about Winter Wonderland[…]
This day had a difficult birth. Rain pelting. Wind blowing. Now that the sun has risen behind gray clouds, the rain has calmed, although tree branches still dance in the wind. Blue sky peeps through fast-moving clouds. All is in flux. This breath. This movement of the eyes. These hands. Nothing is fixed.
The first frost has finally fallen. The gardens are now officially dead, though clean-up remains to be done. Clean up now, so you don’t have to do it in the spring. However, garden energy is running low now, and it starts to run like sap in trees, come March. November has its own beauty. TheRead more about First Frost–Finally[…]
This early morning, the waning half moon was reflected in my little fish pond. Poets, especially Zen poets, and philosophers, such as Plato, use the image of the moon’s reflection in water to try to tell us about Awareness. Once we see/feel Awareness, we understand at a deep level that life is a dream. LifeRead more about Half Moon[…]