The day started with the "spiritual dynamics dance" that reminded me of how blessed I am in my life and how, if we could only see one another through loving eyes, that harmony and peace would be. On my way home the large, white flakes began swirling down. As I sketched and created this Thanksgiving Day memory in my Journal, the scene outside created a white world with dark trees the only contrast. It was magical - street signs had little hats, twigs enlarged with snow silhouettes and silence was the only companion on our nightly walk.
As our wood stove receives it's last log for the night, I feel very aware, and very grateful . . .
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