As I sit down here in the kitchen to write a little post the full moon gazes in at me through the window in the kitchen door. I feel her light as a blessing, like the sighting earlier of the River Swan. This swan lives a solitary life on the stretch of the Salmon Falls River that I walk along, he has a pretty large territory and yet I see him more often than not. The dark still waters suspend this majestic white feathered friend. I do not feed him but speak if I feel like it and think I may sing him a song next time I see him, if we are alone.
Time spent along this river is a blessing, I can get to this wooded river place on foot from my home and know that it is sacred. I feel thankful for the friends who have joined me on walks here, for my beloved old canine friend Molly who took me here for years and years. I am lighter now that I can walk without hip pain, and despite Molly’s absence I do not experience my solitary time on the path as lonely time. Like sleep, these walks are healing and rejuvenating to my spirit and body. They are wanderings that I relish.
It will be a snowy or icy walk soon, today my feet happily stirred up the leaves again while my arms gathered fallen white pine boughs and pine cones. It was a sunny afternoon in the 40′s. I imagine it will only be getting colder from here on out. In the meantime I have plenty of things to do inside as we approach Christmas. Cooking, baking, wrapping , writing, singing and just loving this precious life.
I have new works on paper coming soon that are absolutely affirmatively abiding this kind of light.
Last Christmas I video taped a walk in a light snow on the last stretch before hitting the road to home. If I upgrade the video capacity for this blog I will most certainly insert it here.
Until then I will insert another image.
