Ice and snow continue to fall in my Appalachian Mountains. The deer are bedded down in some sheltered thicket well away from the windy plane of the mountain delta. The fish that are normally feeding near the water’s surface have dove deeply into the murky pools to escape the ice. No birds sing and no ducks swim. The marsh sleeps deeply in winter. If the landscape dreams then dreams of days when the sun falls warmly on fresh green leaves and dragon flies play in the sky above. On those days the reeds are full of bird’s songs bees swarm over sweetly scented blooms. This landscape dreams of the new light. And it’s true that the shadows will struggle to keep their place in the corners and valleys for a while and that Old Man Winter will resist being dethroned but the New Light always prevails. It’s subtle at first and you have to look for it to see it but in less than 24 hours the New Light will arrive to drive out tge shadows.
Good night friends and be blessed throughout your days.
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