snow blog (2)
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Remembering that snow does exist, that it will come, even though there are smokey skies. Tapping into my felt sense, my body as I remember that smile from 3 years ago and the magic in the air that day. This remembering beauty and hope in our bodies is a form of prayer I think; at least it is for me.
And today there isn’t snow but this joyful memory finding it’s way into my bones and there is the present day of loving my little dog and reaching out to my neighbors and elders to bring them gifts and to see how I may be of service. This too feels beautiful and magical. I am so grateful for this connection with other generations, I feel humbled and heart opened on this day where the smoke is still here and love is tangible through the eyes and voices of my neighbors.

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