Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence. – Terri Guillemets
Welcome, winter. Your late dawns and chilled breath make me lazy, but I love you nonetheless. – Terri Guillemets
Sometimes even the flight of an angel hits turbulence. – Terri Guillemets
Spirit can walk, spirit can swim, spirit can climb, spirit can crawl. There is no terrain you cannot overcome. – Terri Guillemets
Stretching oneself too thin is the disease of modern life — letting oneself get too thick, the other. – Terri Guillemets
All sounds are sharper in winter; the air transmits better. At night I hear more distinctly the steady roar of the North Mountain. In summer it is a sort of complacent purr, as the breezes stroke down its sides; but in winter always the same low, sullen growl. – John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. – Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871