Hello sweet friends,

I hope this post finds you well and journeying into the new year with relative ease. I'm feeling okay, though I admit I'm still deeply troubled by the headlines. I'm doing my best to keep my gaze fixed on action, beauty, and art, but I can sense Panic prowling nearby, a hungry old cat. Not that I would deny my fear. I think she just needs to settle by the fire instead of attacking my feet, if you know what I mean.

In more cheerful news, this morning, as I paused in the garden near my children's school, I noticed a definite shift in the air. The birds must have noticed it too because they were out in abundance, chattering and clamouring away in the green cedars and barren oaks. 

Winter is still with us, but a long, slow thaw is beginning to relax the land. The ground is softening.

The wind is not quite as sharp. 

The ice is melting. 

As my little corner of the world slowly transforms over the coming weeks and months, and as our country and world transform with the times, I know I'll be anxious to see the results. Some of the those changes I will accept and celebrate: the return of flowers, of warmth, of my children playing outside. Some of those changes, I'll mourn and struggle against: the worsening of our politics, the destruction of precious lives and landscapes.

It's hard to hold both these trajectories in my mind and heart, but I know that's the work of life. Of art. I'm grateful, and ready (even with the company of my nasty old cat), to engage in both.

Thank you for stopping by. Wishing you peace and strength for the seasons ahead. -Edie

All the pictures in this post were taken in Seattle, WA.


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