Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
small stone -- January 12
What I hear simmering is the dappled shade of summer, safe inside a falling snow, the earth taking her contented sleep with a murmur that mimics the creeks that will flow, well-fed by winter.
"safe inside a falling snow"...there's so much hope in this line! Also it reminds me how connected everything is...behind the clouds, the sun, behind the wind, the calm,each season contains elements of the other, beautiful!
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Oh - I love this and I dream of it, too.
"safe inside a falling snow"...there's so much hope in this line! Also it reminds me how connected everything is...behind the clouds, the sun, behind the wind, the calm,each season contains elements of the other, beautiful!
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