Blessed holidays… the daylight will soon stay longer…
the pelts on the horses grow thicker now… the rabbits are wearing their white fur coats… the red tails can be more easily seen against the snow… the red foxes show themselves in daylight trotting across the open fields, the night sky is deep blue velvet,
there are sheep in the shelter side of the wind, and the ranchers are thinking now about lambing season… and we are alive.
In the midst of so much flurry in our world ‘out there’, the land is quiet; contrary to so many predictions to the contrary, political, fundamental, the sky remains in place. And we are here. We are still here. Rest for a moment in some beauty that lasts.