Let’s Be Trees

Like the snow laden branches of the white pines rooted in my mom’s property, I’ve felt worry, doubt, unacted hope—many snowflakes—overwhelm me to a drooped stupor. For several seasons, I lived through the snow and waited for glimpses of sun. I shaded the deeper parts of myself, so those snowflakes remained while I thought IContinue reading “Let’s Be Trees”

Tis the Season

The puppies had their first experience in accumulated snow. The first day it snowed, the snowflakes were light and still falling without accumulating on the ground. They barely reacted to it, which was a little disappointing. It was reliving in a way, though. They could deal with change. Never had they seen white flakes fallingContinue reading “Tis the Season”