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 I'm celebrating the New Year with a sweet calendar created by Tessa who lives and paints in Wales. ********************************************* Resolutions? Pretty much a continuation of every year:   Yoga Plant Lady by Christa @ Wild Optimist
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 Um, OK--I get that the weather is weird, but snow already?
It is definitely winter here in Seattle!  A Year Unfolding-Angela Harding Overnight! No slow transition for the Pacific NW this year; we went straight from smokey, stagnant, 80 F weather, on top of a drought----to an inch of rain overnight, blustery winds, blue skies, and a backyard full of hungry birds.
Welcome to sweater weather, saunas, and sitting by the hearth with hot drinks.  bird & bee from Katie Daisy's With Love, Adventure, and Wildflowers Notes  I have had this quote pinned to my bulletin board for over 20 years...and it has never seemed truer.
 Midwinter finds Seattle cold, dark, and wet...but with lovely chilly sunshine breaks in the weather that draw us outside; we've been meeting up with a gorgeous barred owl in the arboretum and our neighborhood Cooper's Hawk has been gracing our backyard often these last few days.  Missing the snow, but we are keeping our spirits bright with saunas, candlelight, and eggnog! Sláinte friends~    Crow, Cooper's hawk, and Stellar Jay feathers, left for me near our bird baths :^)  Party animals-my favorite coffee cup by Vicki Sawyer
 Chunky and noisy,
but with stars in their black feathers, they spring from the telephone wire and instantly they are acrobats in the freezing wind. And now, in the theater of air, they swing over buildings, dipping and rising; they float like one stippled star that opens, becomes for a moment fragmented, then closes again; and you watch and you try but you simply can’t imagine how they do it with no articulated instruction, no pause, only the silent confirmation that they are this notable thing, this wheel of many parts, that can rise and spin over and over again, full of gorgeous life. Ah, world, what lessons you prepare for us, even in the leafless winter, even in the ashy city. I am thinking now of grief, and of getting past it; I feel my boots trying to leave the ground, I feel my heart pumping hard. I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable beautiful and afraid of nothing, as though I had wings. “Starlings in Winter” by Mary Oliver, Owls and Other Fantasies: Poems and Essays |
AuthorTracey Byrne~ 
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