Today it’s rainy out there! Dark skies so I need lights on. I wonder if this means a mixed bag of weather today, snow is coming. Time will tell.
I am looking down at my hands and I have ink spots on my right hand from filling the fountain pen. I was writing pen pals letters last night. I still have 16 more envelopes to go. I am catching up on letters to my friends, family, and my pen-pals. I must have had some on the nib and did not notice. The color is called Heron, a teal color. It will be a perfect day to wrap up letter writing.
Some Joyce Hifler. “Come with me through the snow-filled woods and feel their quiet peacefulness reach into your soul. Here in the serenity of this trackless forest, there is communion with life in the deepest sense. There is a contrast between the bright flash of the redbird’s wing and the soft furry blending cottontails with the snow. An even greater contrast lies between the quiet air where breath hangs in a misty vapor and the moving, thriving life beneath the blanket of white where nature is already preparing for another season.” I must get out into the woods, it has been a while, a nice winter walk. “Above our heads, the trees interlock their ice-covered branches forming a gossamer pattern as intricate as the spiders’ web. The air is so crystal clear that the tinkling of a cowbell carries across the from the woodland barnyard. The skaters on the pond and the sleds along the slope have rhythm and movement in keeping with the long, silent strains of sound heard. but unheard. To stand breathlessly still relates to the timelessness, the seeming weightlessness of a thousand diamonds caught in space.” I love those days when the world is an amazing view of crystals hanging from everywhere and the snow is spread with diamonds!
“Is this forever? There are no visible signs of change. There is nothing to promise that these woods will ever give birth to new life. Truly everything is beautiful in its time, but everything must continually have a new season in which to be beautiful, breaking up to rebuild, Even in the beauty and healing solitude of these beautiful woods, we must know that this too shall pass. it will pass in the orderly procession of nature that it might come again, not as a cold, barren waste, but as a magical mystical winter wonderland that breathes silently and majestically with pulsating life and purpose.”
What a lovely picture Joyce Hifler paints. As I read this I thought of how people are this way as well. I think of the processing of the last year, and how I feel so much lighter these days. I am happy despite missing Thomas. I am excited about preparing the house for Christmas! I am loving the changes I have made in my home so it is embracing and cozy. I love the changes in myself. Life, I can see is beginning with a new path forward. And I am going to be ok!