First it was the snow falling in Seattle and then the mounds of it in Greeley where my sister Betony lives and then on into Kansas and the prairies of my childhood and home. I'm hearing that it's cold, icy, wet and snowy - the perfect winter storm. But here in Vermont as I look out the window the sun is gently peeking through the wispy clouds, the grass is still amazingly green - but the trees are quiet - the sign that I always look for before the weather changes. There is a little shimmer of movement here and there, the last helicopter pods hanging on to the branches, but really, there is a watchful quietness and awareness in these trees this morning. This is what I'm thinking of this morning - not my full day ahead of me, not the painting that's waiting on my desk to be worked on, not the hours of prep-time I have to do for my dance classes, not the bathrooms that need cleaning or the coffee that wants making, or my aching back....but just trees. Just trees.
