Today: Just a handful of beautiful, quiet images, to buoy your sweet souls on this fine Monday. I meant to find a moment to write, but I’m already out of time today! More tomorrow. Unless there’s fresh snow…
January 5, 2013 by
[Fiddlehead Earrings: sterling, copper & coral]
[Fiddlehead Earrings: copper, sterling & pearl]
[Fiddlehead Earrings: sterling, copper & chrysoprase]
[Fiddlehead Earrings — Rabbit Rising: sterling, copper, pearl]
Well, there’s been plenty of fiddling around going on here for a few days now. Pun intended. Unfurling, unwinding, upward reaching, light seeking, root sinking, holy water sipping, twirling, curling, asking, knowing, curving and growing. It’s a good season.
Speaking of seasons, it’s delightfully cold here! I am enchanted! I love all the seasons for divine little reasons, but winter holds a special place in my heart. Lately, it is bright, sunny and frigid every day here. The sunsets have been fully exposed which makes for the most spectacular alpenglow on the peaks at the South end of the valley every single night. When the sun is going down, more often than not, I am running with the dogs up the side of Red Hill, above the University. I am swaddled in layers of merino wool and fleece lined tights. I cannot feel my fingers usually and my cheeks are burned red with cold. Sometimes there are frost clumps growing on my eyelashes and eyebrows. My breath billows white. When I see the sun setting over my valley and the snow bearing mountains lighting up neon pink I feel a thousand alleluias swoop through my soul. It. Is. So. Good. My, how I love to have a good gallop.
What about you? Where have your feet taken you lately and what beauty have you seen?
Unfurling
January 3, 2013 by
[Fiddlehead Hoops : sterling, copper & grossular : the unfurling green hope.]
When I woke up this morning, I knew just what to do. There was a lift in my spirit. The feeling that I had my fill of sleep. A decompression of my very soul. I guess this is waking, unfurling, the peeling back of night.
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Over the Christmas holidays, one of our smokejumper friends took his own life. It came as a great shock to everyone in our little community. I have been in the grip of sorrow, just knowing that in his last moments our friend was filled with such irrevocable despair, alone and without hope. I have been in the grip of sorrow, tangled up in the dark sheets of sadness, for all of humanity, for our earth, for the twists and turns in life and death. I don’t know what to tell you, except that I have been praying for you, even if I don’t know you, and lightning candles in my heart for you as I work and go about my days here, in the hope that you can overcome what needs overcoming, that your hearts can be filled with lightness, joy and that you will always have direction in this life…that you don’t ever stop seeking Love and Truth and Grace. These things are all around you. Everyday.
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Today the dawn was brighter. It is cold. The sky is blue and the mountains tower white against it. It is winter and the woods are full of sleepers, but I am wide awake and tenderly unfurling.
January 1, 2013 by
A quick lesson from Honky Tonk Tater Tot on how to greet the new year:
Leap up, as high as your legs can lift you, into thin air. Grasp the flittering hope and potential that is suspended there in pure, orbicular, shining white.
Take it in your hands, take it in your teeth, scatter it in one million crystalline refractions that tell of the promise each day holds — the perfect promise of beginning, again, and again, with every new day you meet and live: unfurling, jubilance, the light of hope, the grace of God. When you hit the ground, hit the ground running. When it gets to living, live fully. Every moment. A new year is for the taking. Each day is for the taking. There’s no time to lose.
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Love, peace, and joy to you all in 2013!
May your faces shine with hope and happiness! I can’t wait to unfold this year with you.
xx
To Hug A Doug And Other Things
December 22, 2012 by
I was out on the land this afternoon, decompressing, wading through the spring creeks, shuffling through the snows, relaxing in the aspen groves, sidling up side hills, snaggling my wool tights on sagebrush, hugging on my very favorite Douglas fir tree. It was just what I needed. When I rolled back down the mountain into town, I felt restored, less tired, re-young. Are you ready for Christmas now? I’m never ready for Christmas. Perhaps this is one of the secret themes of Christmas — unreadiness. Unreadiness but willingness. Unreadiness and willingness and perhaps miracles too — if you still believe in miracles and the impossible, that is. I’m like a child that way. I always believe in the impossible. Miracles, too. Sometimes everything comes true.
I bet you are huddled up under a quilt on your couch in the living room, sniffing the swirling scent of your Christmas tree (douglas fir? balsam fir? pine?), sipping egg nog or an herbal tea or a fine glass of merlot, knitting, thinking about the winding down of another year of life, thinking about the crazy things going on in our world, thinking about the beautiful things going on in our world, thinking about the steady battle between darkness and light that takes place constantly around us on so many different levels. Thinking about grace, mercy, love, hope and joy! Wondering if you’re going to have to shovel the sidewalk in the morning. Wondering if your flight is going to be canceled. Wondering if you’re going to have to spend the night in a cheap hotel in Reno, Nevada (…oops…that’s what I’m wondering…darn that Donner Pass over the Sierra Nevada…). Daydreaming about what is to come, what has now passed, where you are headed, where you are coming from. Maybe you’re reading a beautiful book. Maybe you’re rubbing the belly of a cat. What a beautiful night it is, right? These Christmas nights. They’re all a twinkle. I think I have a tiny, tapered candle lit in my very soul…