Dear Friends,
Today has been very windy and cold with snow flying sideways and piling in drifts that look like soft, white waves frozen in time. All of the evergreens have fluffy blankets and there is not a sprig of grass in sight. Though most lives have a harder time in winter, the snow is really quite beautiful in its own cold way. There is a stillness and peace that is different from the busy summer months of nesting, growth, and the scramble for food and territory.
Walking back from the barn a few evenings past I was delighted to hear the close by song of the lone silver wolf, that passes this way ever so often. Kiva-dog and I stopped, listened to his deep, primal voice and shivered involuntarily, awed by the ancient music of the night. Though our wolf brother sang his song of companionship, good hunting and spring, winter will be keeping its icy hold over the land for some time yet I reckon.
It is dark here now, the fresh snow lit softly with silver moon-glow. My heart companion, finally home again, rests quietly downstairs in his hospital bed, breath slow and rhythmic, damaged leg wrapped snugly in its immobilizer for the evening. It has been quite a journey these last weeks, two very close calls, but we seem to have made it through the worst. I have high hopes that some real progress in healing can begin now.
Though he has a long way to go, the man has handled everything remarkably well . I am quite touched by the humility and grace he has been able to maintain throughout so much trauma. It is truly amazing what the human spirit can endure. Perhaps it is all an initiation of sorts, a call to a new plain, way of living, and destination. An initiation across the mind, through the body, and into the heart . . .
Many thanks again to all who have been there for us in our time of need . . .
Deep Gratitude, SvGonia
Today has been very windy and cold with snow flying sideways and piling in drifts that look like soft, white waves frozen in time. All of the evergreens have fluffy blankets and there is not a sprig of grass in sight. Though most lives have a harder time in winter, the snow is really quite beautiful in its own cold way. There is a stillness and peace that is different from the busy summer months of nesting, growth, and the scramble for food and territory.
Walking back from the barn a few evenings past I was delighted to hear the close by song of the lone silver wolf, that passes this way ever so often. Kiva-dog and I stopped, listened to his deep, primal voice and shivered involuntarily, awed by the ancient music of the night. Though our wolf brother sang his song of companionship, good hunting and spring, winter will be keeping its icy hold over the land for some time yet I reckon.
It is dark here now, the fresh snow lit softly with silver moon-glow. My heart companion, finally home again, rests quietly downstairs in his hospital bed, breath slow and rhythmic, damaged leg wrapped snugly in its immobilizer for the evening. It has been quite a journey these last weeks, two very close calls, but we seem to have made it through the worst. I have high hopes that some real progress in healing can begin now.
Though he has a long way to go, the man has handled everything remarkably well . I am quite touched by the humility and grace he has been able to maintain throughout so much trauma. It is truly amazing what the human spirit can endure. Perhaps it is all an initiation of sorts, a call to a new plain, way of living, and destination. An initiation across the mind, through the body, and into the heart . . .
Many thanks again to all who have been there for us in our time of need . . .
Deep Gratitude, SvGonia
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