this day’s lesson.


from start to finish. opening my eyes to fresh new snow. sorting through the short stack at my bedside. sewing yet another bird while sipping chai. moving to the kitchen to put by a batch of jam from berries stored in the freezer since autumn. strapping on the snowshoes and heading up coyote hill with…


who would've thought that a funny little white barn owl creature could steal my heart the way he has. who would've thought that the pain would lessen, although i still miss my angelo. every time i snowshoe up coyote hill and visit the prayer flag forest, mountain milo tags along, stopping often to…