The black birds feeding in the garden yesterday morning stood out clear against the snow, and they brought to mind this poem.
The snow went on to melt quickly. More lessons from life’s weathers. Transition and change are inevitable parts of the human experience. This time of year, as the days shorten, and the themes of Advent remind us that we are always between here and there, we work at re-imagining and making space, at being at ease in a moment that is always both an ending and a beginning.
Above the mountains
the geese turn into
the light again
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