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The more things change...

Change is not so much what we make as it is what happens to us unawares. Not everything that changes is progress but it is inevitable that everything changes. The seasons flow on, all too quickly. We tighten our life-vests, and try to steer clear of the rocks. Along our way down the river, we are grateful for every resting place. Here's ours. Above, as it was in our first August here in 2016, and below, as it is now. We still miss the old cherry tree in the foreground of the first photo. It died the year after we moved here. We've carved a garden out of the hill and planted blueberries on the slope above. One thing hasn't changed. We're still here. It's still home. We'll hold to that reality as long as we can.

Winter mind...

Under the Wolf Moon, let us heed the season and cultivate our winter mind. Winter Mind lives close to home. She does not wander abroad in search of far-flung adventures, but delves deep into her own place and moment to discover her riches. 

Winter Mind does not dwell on her loses but nurtures and treasures what abides near and dear. She tends her own fire, welcomes friend and stranger to her hearthside, sets an extra place at her table, and lights a lamp at her door to guide a cold and weary traveler.

Winter Mind knows her space, loves her time, enlarges her house with welcome. She hears all opinions and follows her own. She is not swayed by changeable winds but steers by her own conviction, steady on her course as the moon on a winter's night.

Henry's books.