When you are a senior dog: How wonderful it is to do nothing on a cold winter day, and after having done so, to rest on a comfortable couch.
Adapted from a Basque proverb.

When you are a senior dog: How wonderful it is to do nothing on a cold winter day, and after having done so, to rest on a comfortable couch.
Adapted from a Basque proverb.

Winter is coming, we can’t wish it away, may want it to never come but come it will. I’m looking forward to the season of rest, renewal, pondering the lessons of 2016 and how to apply those lessons to the next seasons of gtowth.
See you Thursday.

How wonderful to do nothing all day long,
and after having done so,
to rest.

Riding high, the waxing moon returns to the night sky.
Like the moon, I have returned. My spiritual, creative, energies were a bit drained. It was good to put the camera down, good to rest, refresh, recharge. It’s good to be back and share what I see. To return to sharing the grace and the bounty all around me.
Hello dear readers! I hope you have had a swell holiday so far. Mine has been very, very good. After a few days’ rest and respite, I resume my regular posting.
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The pilings of a long-ago small boat dock disappear into dense fog, like our individual and collective futures. We can plan, anticipate, prepare. We can see more (or less) clearly into the near future, minutes, hours, even days ahead. Yet we cannot know what awaits each of us, all of us.