The mystery of equanimity slips away like a snowflake in my hand. The quest to capture the vanishing sense of time and all things once certain.
Walking through the pathways blanketed in white, the estuary channels once brimming with life are now still; an eager salmon appears frozen in time under the ice. Eagles silently huddle atop snow-bowed branches, a world enveloped in pleasing quietude, here I am encouraged to escape towards the invaluable inward focus which winter invites. A peaceful journey through my inner world… Continue Reading…