on big winds and getting warm
i am writing you from the middle of a storm.
two days ago on my part of the tempestuous coast a huge wind ripped through leaving many trees, signs, and trash cans in new places, smashed, and mangled.
it was a weekend in december without power. people still furiously tried to shop but really even after the sky cleared it was dark and quiet and rearranged.
perfect in other words.
i kept thinking about it all day and through the night even as the power in my house was restored and things buzzed back to life.
i love december beause the dark welcomes me in…even while i love the great expanse feeling of january more. but after this last storm, which took a breath and now is back i realize that i really love the wild reset.
the slapping wind
noticing the mushrooms enthusiastic arrival after being drenched.
the undoneness…asking for a re-engagement. should i drive that far? what is really necessary? what happens if i just sleep?
right now i am in my studio, the drafts blow through in big breaths. my dream of a woodstove is real and five feet away from it i am cold with a hat and two jackets.
this is the dreaming place, this is the hearth tending of now, this is the storm. soon…there will classes to share with you. there will offerings, there will be ways to be together.
but for today, there is a breathing building, cold fingers, and the constant companion of the rain on the roof.
my hope for you is that there is some quiet too, some moments of reset, some big gusts that make you feel alive, and that after you find a way to warm up.
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