Winter has been a little tough for me this year - it seems to have grown a bit more difficult every ear - well at least since my mothers death. It's a beautiful time of year - a time of deep stillness in many ways. Running in the woods on a solitary trail - every sound is hushed and magnified at the same time it seems. It's magical. And yet somehow lonely - insular -even among friends I have a feeling of isolation during winter. It's a season of contrast. And a season of hope. Each day I try to take as presents itself and wonder at how it unfolds. On successful days I become part of this wonder too. On days when isolation presses too near - I simple abide - and know better days will come.
Peace,
Eric
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