The winter muse doe’s not come often to southern Connecticut. So her arrival is always met with a mix of apprehension and joy! She has a wondrous way of removing us from our daily focus and allowing the dream of possibilities to settle on ourselves. Her winds silence our factual voice for one of consciousness. She asks to concentrate on our place, our hopes and our soul.
As winter dances around our home, teasing and challenging, we take up skills that fulfill our human nature. A fire is built, banana bread is baked, a driveway is cleared (a adult excuse to play in the snow), and a family is close. We are brought closer to the experience of intimacy – external boundaries are suspended.
What will you do on a snow day?
© NAT CONNACHER
So this is Greece
Observing other truths
Observing my personal truth
The Morning Table