It's been a few days, with a nice, long weekend in between, and I've been away from this space for a bit too long. In an effort to reconnect, I come bearing photos of bright, wintry sunshine, and a gentle reminder to us all that these dark days are perhaps not so monochromatic after all.
In honor of Martin Luther King, Joe and I went for a hike up to Big Rock, which overlooks the gorgeous Palouse. This was one of a few adventures we took over the long weekend, and we made it to the top of the hill just in time to catch the sun as it dipped into the horizon.
{Note the snowy trail and dubious smile}
We've seen tiny rabbits on this hike in the summer months (someday we'll catch a photo of them), but for this walk we were struck by the utter stillness of the forest, the loud crunch of snow underfoot, knowing as we climbed through the quiet, that so many creatures are napping this time of year.
And so it is with the animals: Silent and sleeping in the winter months, still so much life breathes, burrowed deep in dreams as we walk amidst their slumber.
More inspiration to come this week, so please do come back to visit.
Tomorrow I'll share a little something I've been daydreaming about lately, and before you go, words of reflection from one of my favorite poets, Mary Oliver, as she remembers her beloved.
Also, here's one of my favorite Oliver poems--words to hold onto:
Don't Hesitate
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
If you suddenly and unexpectedly feel joy,
don’t hesitate. Give in to it. There are plenty
of lives and whole towns destroyed or about
to be. We are not wise, and not very often
kind. And much can never be redeemed.
Still, life has some possibility left. Perhaps this
is its way of fighting back, that sometimes
something happens better than all the riches
or power in the world. It could be anything,
but very likely you notice it in the instant
when love begins. Anyway, that’s often the
case. Anyway, whatever it is, don’t be afraid
of its plenty. Joy is not made to be a crumb.
(Via Brain Pickings and Structure and Style--thank you.)
(Via Brain Pickings and Structure and Style--thank you.)
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