Sending you this note from the cave. I hope you’re enjoying this fresh new year!
The night has covered me with frost. The dark is quiet and full of waiting. Even as dawn tiptoes in, gently illuminating a silver world: every tree branch sparkling, every stem of tall grass standing out in proud adornment, even though the air itself is bracing! …it is not time to move mountains. It is not time to dig or build or march toward the world beyond this one. It is time to rest. It is time to imagine that future world with visions as bright as the glistening present, as cozy as being tucked in by gloom and early sunsets. The Yes of spring is far distant from me. I am encased in the No of bitter cold: the dormancy of frozen earth, the arresting glimmer of the frost, nurturing the atomic yet everlasting flame of dreams.
What a beautiful poem for this time of year!