Good morning!
It’s Sunday. And while Mother Nature decides whether she wants more snow on the ground or not, let’s tiptoe back a few days. It’s a golden afternoon, the snow is fresh, and we’ve walked past last Sunday’s gathering spot and followed the water on its final rush to the edge of the hill, from which it splashes down, down, down and into the waiting ocean.
“There are occasions when you can hear the mysterious language of the Earth, in water, or coming through the trees, emanating from the mosses, seeping through the under currents of the soil, but you have to be willing to wait and receive.”
—John Hay
We stand, we wait, and we receive.
Onwards,
Clara
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February 11, 2024