I came across this wisdom from the Sufi poet, Rumi, this morning. Humankind is being led along on evolving course. . . and though we seem to be sleeping,there is an inner wakefulness that directs the dream,and will eventually startle us backto the truth of who we are.~ Rumi, Selected Poems Earlier, I had been…
It’s the wee hours. Molly sleeps on top of the blanket covering my legs that are stretched out and resting on a hassock in front of the wing chair in my woman cave. Five candles flicker atop my writing desk—one for each day of Advent and the fifth for Christmas. The light they offer is…
The snow showed up—later than anticipated, but it’s here. I just stepped outside to capture a couple of images that, in a small way, depict what it’s like out there. What they don’t capture is the silence, broken only by the sound of a neighbour’s snowblower. Someone getting ahead of the white while it’s still…