I went walking today to forget a dream that imprints me terribly and deep every time it comes. Flash came too. He didn't have a nightmare but he had a raggedy dish towel in his jaws and pranced along with me like a prince. We went down the hill to where the creek is running under thin pearly ice and the cardinals were playing in the tall trees, where the ground is saturated with snow and rain and water and you could see the quiet places where the deer have stepped. It was snowing in the woods. Then the unlikely sun came through, and it was most magical to lift a face warmed in the light and see flakes swirling all around dancing through the air. It was cotton candy snow in little feathery clusters that vanished on a fingertip. The dog dropped his rag in forgetfulness in almost the same way I let go the pieces of my fear, we walked on to the barn and fell asleep in the hay bales. I don't know. It's sometimes very perfect out there away from everything and almost everyone.
Sorry for not writing more or more often, there truly is nothing very pressing to do the rest of the day but I am going to bake muffins soon and let the oven warm the whole house and then Pollyanna is on hallmark channel, hurrah.