winter winds

Such a tiny short visit this time, snuck in during my one week allowed off work
for the next 6 months or so ~ this must be remedied soon, we are not made to live
one week a year and sneak in everything we must do on weekends.
Steal back your life!

But I digress, a beautiful few days spent wrestling wriggling gnomes
& getting in much needed family time, snow, & pines.

Snowshoeing up the not-really-a-road to my land to check the progress on the cabin,
(elves work at it while I am away) – delighted to find that my brother had put a birch
tree with a fork inside as the pillar support for the loft ladder – squinch your
eyes and imagine it completed!

Sometimes I have a feeling like a memory from another time and place, time traveling
in a moment ~ this happens the most when I am sweeping out a hearth – akashic memory.
it happened snowshoeing, in a long black cloak, sled tied around my waist as
I pulled the child up the mountain. Like I’d done a thousand times before, in other lives, other mountains.

A cloudy overcast dreary day rewarded us with one of the most dazzling
sunsets I’ve seen in ages, people running outside to look at it,
apricot honey pouring down wet streets.

Nights were crisp black skies with icy glittering stars, another world
held hanging in the ether, to reach up and touch.

I went to see my 91 year old grandmother and asked her to tell me stories,
she only wanted to talk about the beach, and she only wants to eat seafood. I think
she is a selkie. I love her so much.

I woke up on the last day of the trip to snow flurries and a rousing game of pirates.

My brother makes wine, the vines are covered in snow now.

Some of my favorite thrifts of the trip – a 1940’s jacket, victorian bag with medicine wheel embroidery, silver shell butterfly cuff.