snowtical.


           i snowshoe'd. again. i am a snowshoe fool. people ask me why i don't swim at the pool with mister jones every morning. my answer -- i prefer holy silence and being alone. and, i prefer my water frozen. in the form of snow, you understand. people also ask me if…

this day.


  finding myself drawn back into chroma meditation. shifting feelings. shifting energies. watching colours chase onto paper. studying the tip of the brush as it touches the wettened palette. noticing how my breath changes as i become alighned with art.  ****** something mister jones said to me a few days ago i find settling deep…

all together now.


  so there i was, minding my own business, snowshoe'ing by myself. pinto was with me. so i guess i wasn't really by myself. i'd already been out to the prayer flag forest. then, all of a sudden, pinto BARKed and ran off. so often, lately, she hears something out there and…

right thinking. right feeling.


    OK. so it's like this. we've been celebrating a lot lately. for several reasons. but this occasion was to mark our 20th anniversary. rose petals on the table. most excellent service. food so delicious. we held hands and looked out the window at cook inlet and a magpie flying his thieved morsels into a tree…

snowdance.


  mister jones and i had a discussion last evening about how the little card i carry in my pocket year round does not adequately depict the tracks of wildlife within our hinterlands. yes, a weasel may walk in a certain pattern, but once their pelage turns white and this wee creature magically transforms…