Work In Progress

It's been a hard, long-ass winter.  There really is no sugar coating it.  Even people who like winter--who ski and snowboard and generally enjoy outdoor activities (me NOT being one of them) have complained about the cold...and the snow...and the slush...and the ice. Daily, the news is peppered with accounts of multicar pile ups; even one clip of someone being thrown from their car in a slush inspired spin, captured by dash cam by the following car.  Buckle up people. It's been something like 35 consecutive days at sub-zero temperatures...and the majority of it close to minus 30 Celsius with the wind chill...  Freeze your face off cold. My three dogs will venture as far as the back deck to "do their business" which makes for a lovely view in the morning.  Dog poop, yellow snow and bird seed.  Ah what a thaw THAT will be. But this morning...a quiet Sunday, the family all still asleep, I am mesmerized by another view out t...

This is my February.  Snowbanks created from excavating the pavement that is your driveway now tower above your head, threatening to avalanch down on you at the slightest noise.  It was like I was in a cave, all sound and wind muffled as I walked down the steps from my Sista Perfectionista's house to my van.  Walls of white on either side.  From the window she was going to be able to look down the street and wave if it was safe to pull out of her driveway onto the street.  That's nice. I figured it might help since her house was on a hill and I often had to whiplash my head around several times before pulling out to make sure no one was coming.  I guess I really did not comprehend what a necessity it would be until I actually tried to back out. A WALL of white to my right blocked all view.  Unbelievable.  When I realized I could be sitting there in the car instead of the van....

If January is the month of dreaming, then February is the month of pause.   This is the time when I will take all the dreaming, the things my heart and soul sang to me in January, and plant them in my heart to see how they might take root in active living.   Right now, they are just seeds of what I want to bring into my life in the next year.    The best things in life are worth waiting for , people say.    Living my purpose, following my heart, facing my truth, finding myself.   Just now seeds:  feel, brave, trust, flow and newly discovered receive --will  require patience and time--two things I am working on ALWAYS.   In January a quiet pause, amidst the cacophony of my inner mean girls, white sandy beaches, helped me find my focus.   February finds my physical world buried in snow.  Buried to the point where there is no where else to put it.  I simply cannot lift...