Winter Speaks To Us

 A Poem  Becoming dormant like the green leaves of springtime.  Closing in without closing down  Hunkering in front of the fire, reading a book  Bundling up to brave the wind   Slowing down and going more within  Giving in and going with winters movements  Feeling the great quiet language of the trees as their rich inner life deepens  Reaching deep inside and imagining our ancestors telling life’s stories by the fire   Going into my bone marrow to remember and to make it richer as winter speaks to us in its deep growl.

 A Poem
Becoming dormant like the green leaves of springtime.
Closing in without closing down
Hunkering in front of the fire, reading a book
Bundling up to brave the wind 
Slowing down and going more within
Giving in and going with winters movements
Feeling the great quiet language of the trees as their rich inner life deepens
Reaching deep inside and imagining our ancestors telling life’s stories by the fire
Going into my bone marrow to remember and to make it richer as winter speaks to us in its deep growl.

My soothing words of wisdom for the week is about all the anger around us:

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