In the beginning...

I have been dreaming about writing again... I used to write daily and have strayed from that practice slowly over the past couple of years. And I miss it. I've always found committing my thoughts to paper (or the ether, as the case may be) healing, meditative, cathartic. I treasure my poems as though they were my children, which in some sense they truly are. But in recent months free time has become more and more elusive to me, so I'm grasping at a mode of communication I never thought I would use. A blog? Me?? Never! Well, I guess the laugh is on me!

My writing is largely nature-based. I write today of the snow lying thick and heavy on evergreen branches, glistening like a carpet of diamond chips on the trail before me... the sensation of fine airborne snow-particles breathed into my lungs and my spirit. I love snow. I've gloried in the recent snowfall here, but have been largely dissed by those around me. I suppose the previous weeks of bitter cold have pushed folks into an early state of cabin fever. But to me these days of snow and tempered cold are expansive, joyful. I can't stand in the woods at this time of year without wanting to laugh out loud for the sheer exhilaration of it! Feeling the snow falling lightly on my cheek, listening to the soft, slow rush of icy crystals brushing past pine needles. These times are ethereal and peaceful. Even the birds in their endless, and often vocal quests for food and territory are an integral part of this newly hushed world. I may be in the minority here, but I'll say it again... I love snow!

Until next time...