Put down the weight of your aloneness and ease into the conversation. The kettle is singingeven as it pours you a drink, the cooking pots have left their arrogant aloofness and seen the good in you at last. All the birds and creatures of the world are unutterably themselves. Everything is waiting for you. ~David Whyte
The winter blues grab hold sometimes, especially when one gray day folds into the next. Sometimes I sink in and swim around in the sorrow other times I shift, turn on my heals and choose a new direction… as I made my way on a new path, I found something better than blues I’ve been collecting ~ purple, plum even some pink YEAH!