A Tree that Stands in Winter: Practices for the Solstice
Even on these chilly mornings I stumble my way to a front row seat of nature’s show. I dress in fuzzy cloak and mitten and teeter on my rocking chair, sitting in the dark night of my porch, a practice of seeing in the shadows. It is cold, it is silent, the world is still. With my Morning Thunder tea in hand, I let my eyes wake up with the rise of the sun. The shy crest of light creeping…
