Birthday Week

I read this the day and wanted to share it.

Snow whispers its secrets to those who choose to come this way. It speaks of softness and chills of sky and water in its many forms, of the distinction of each single crystal and of your place of belonging where things are wild and radiant and free.


With the thanksgiving holiday a memory (and what a memory), turkey legs stripped, pies all consumed and not a dollop of whipped cream in sight, we look forward to December with all the Ho-Hos one can possibly take. Fat bearded guys in red suits start appearing everywhere you go and the airways are piping out every Christmas/holiday tune ever written. Homes along the roadways are lighting up like the proverbial Christmas tree and there seems to be merriment among the town folk. Tis the season!

Not to be lost in all the glitz and glitter of the season is a cold bitter truth emerging mid-week. I am going to be 66 on the 8th! There it is now in black and white and I seem to be just fine. Who knew it would be this easy to say those words out loud, much less put them into cyberspace. Not only do I feel older, but lighter somehow, enlightened . . . Anyway for my birthday I am going off to the big city (or what we call the big city out here on the prairie) to spend a wonderful evening with friends and family celebrating. Weather man please hold all snow storms or any other weather events until I arrive safely back to the old homestead.

My birth date is bitter sweet since 1980. John Lennon died on that day and being one of my favorites, I will reflect on his music, art and life. He had just began to live! One of my favorite quotes from John is, "Time wounds all heals!" Too true!

And on that note I will say winter blessings to you all and remember it is the season for sharing what you have with those that have not.

Acts of

Random

Kindness

Stay healthy, be safe, keep it real!