winter 2016

little snow on the groundgrey quiet worldcold fresh air

There they are, looking at me when I pass by with my dogs. Uh…Looking at me? Sensing the dogs I guess. Anyway. There they are. Laying in an icy field. I’m looking at them right back and suddenly I’m overwhelmed by Gratitude. The idea that the one thing that keeps them warm in winter, is laying in my hands in summer and in a couple of years [with lots of Patience&Discipline] you can enter a knitted Cathedral and experience the Wonderful Strength of Pure Gentleness. [boy, can we use some Meekness in this crazy world]