There is a rumor of total welcome among the frosts of the winter morning morning.

Beauty has it’s purposes, which all of our lives, it our opportunity and our joy to divine.

~Mary Oliver

when the earth softens beneath us…

inquiry for today~ there is a measure of hope here….

finding the mysterious…

Tell yourself

as it gets cold and gray falls from the air

that you will go on

walking, hearing

the same tune no matter where

you find yourself—

inside the dome of dark

or under the cracking white

of the moon’s gaze in a valley of snow.

~Mark Strand