The Winter That Keeps On Giving.

         Easter is upon us. This morning I awoke to more snow falling gently from the heavens. Yesterday after a busy day and chatting with a dear friend I came to a new understanding of enlightenment and made my own personal definition. It is the ability to respond, with joy, to anything that life sends you, the good, the bad and the ugly. Now if I was an ancient guru I might write this into a sutra or a biblical text. Imagine if my descendents quoted my wisdom down through the ages.
          My next random thought was, “Why can’t someone tell this part of the globe to warm up?” Global warming seems a fantasy in this corner of the planet. Have we been forgotten? Fortunately nobody told the robins, the swans, the eagles that it was unending winter in the Rockies and they have returned from their winter sojourn in warmer parts. Bird song filled the crisp morning air.
        These snowflakes mean that the skiing is still great; there is so much snow in the hills I think we will be skiing all summer.
         Yesterday I visited with my writing mentor and was encouraged to keep working on my memoir, word-by-word, sentence-by-sentence, paragraph-by-paragraph and piece-by-piece. Just like the snowflakes that keep falling with ease from the sky in time I will create a book of stories from my rich treasure chest of life experiences.

Moondance

shooting stars on easter equinox

i walk barefoot in the rutted snow

under the eye of Horus

the falcon headed sky god

begat by Isis and Osiris

full and clear seeing

he winks at midnight

wraps sensuous ridges in golden glow

caresses silken snowfields

stately pines cast moon shadows

whisper secrets through forest’s musk

her night breath moans with delight

here heaven and earth’s hearts beat as one



still the warmth of the log cabin

is welcome in this wilderness

 
I wrote this a few years ago after an incredible backcountry ski trip to the Waites Gibson Hut in the Tonquin Valley.