December in Montana gave me a chance to renew a brotherhood and walk some remarkable country. The snowfall was significant and taught me new ways of walking. Returning to Georgia in January, the rivers run high and the land saturated from frequent rains; its a different sort of cold here.
Water, encountered in so many forms, has dominated my Winter, seeping even into imagination––into dreamtime.
In stillness reflecting light, in motion reflecting the creatures of light, water seems warmly engaged in a grand affair. With whom I cannot say, but an intimate devotion carries it through every conceivable state of being, or perhaps better said, that for this intimacy water conceives every state of being. Tomorrow I’ll bring this up with our Yellow-Bellied Alchemist, if he can spare the time, busy as he is, tapping the giant athanors we’ve been calling trees.
I too am renewing , “a brotherhood”, my friend Norb of 40 years,how wonderfully timed , thank you. danny
On Fri, Jan 18, 2019 at 10:44 PM Nowhere Archery wrote:
> noketcheemico posted: “December in Montana gave me a chance to renew a > brotherhood and walk some remarkable country. The snowfall was significant > and taught me new ways of walking. Returning to Georgia in January, the > rivers run high and the land saturated from frequent rains;” >
I too am renewing , “a brotherhood”, how wonderfully timed , thank you.