Winter's Voice

Dear Spirit to Spirit friend,

Her voice has been so quiet this season. Here in New York, we have barely heard her whisper, we wondered where she was.

And then, last week, she began to sing, howl and roar. Winter- just when we thought she had forgotten us, she reminded us of her fierce beauty and power and how everything will stop in her wake, if she demands it.

And yet, still, on top of her icy whiteness, we see signs of life that walk hand in hand with her. Footprints of the winged ones etched into her frozeness. Paths imprinted by deer hooves marking the trek from woods to open land in search of food. All of Nature's beings, they are there, living in relationship and communication with the cold mistress of the season.

May we learn from our wild brothers and sisters the fine art of balance and right relationship whether there is softness and warmth in our lives or harshness and cold. May we bow down to "things as they are", life as it is, and know, as the wild ones do, that Nature/Life is movement and change, in every moment, every day.

In Gratitude & Love, Joanna