i have been a woman of few words since winter has settled itself into my home. in me. i find myself wanting to listen. listen to voices telling stories over a mug of something hot, faint birdsong in the wood from those hardy birds that stay to tough out the long maine winter, the crackling of the fire in the black-bellied wood stove, and thoughts that seem to blossom from inside my chest; manifesting themselves into words of poetry and messages in my mind. i am learning much.
fresh snow today invites stillness, awe, wonder and...
...play!
This song makes my heart feel three times as big. May it bring you something special.
