With gusts at 65 mph early this morning, we huddled in the memory of the last storm. Wind in the dark. The song of the wind has changed as it moves Across the water. And then unobstructed by missing trees. There is more of a warning of its coming. Luckily only parts of trees have fallen here this time.
I have placed a new wind catcher on the back of the Wind robe. An ancient wiser fringe. I have renamed this robe, that Dances in Sympathy with Wind, Across and Through. It moves with it.
I will not be saying much here and around the web for most of February. Taking care of Mom, finishing part 1 of Diaries, and this robe among other things. Things are a bit confused at the moment, but with Spring will come that seasonal clarity. New beginnings.
I will update my newsletter mid-month to keep you posted about goings on. Thanks for hanging in there with me.