The snow sounds like the squeaking of styrofoam as I walk out onto the deck.
There has been a light dusting of snow. Two inches, not nearly enough for folks in these mountains who love their winter sports, but enough to reflect the waning full moon and its blue-white light creating a world with shadows from trees that look like wood etchings. The treetops on the mountain shimmer under the moon, reflecting the topping of frozen confection of snow and ice.
The stars actually twinkle. I stare at one trying to decide if it's moving, not wanting to mistake the flashing and sparkle for a plane. It is such a bright star that it's truly blinking and winking in this cold morning air.
I step out here every morning to send my prayers on the breeze to be carried across this valley and over the mountains. Calling in the Spirits to hear my prayers for a better world, peace to those who struggle in this life. Asking that the anger and dark hearts of too many be filled with more love. Asking for guidance for me in holding onto trust that all will be OK. Trusting that the wish to "send help!" is heard.
"What you practice becomes stronger." I choose to practice gratitude. I choose to practice kindness. I choose to practice honesty. I choose to practice faith and trust in this wide Universe and to stand in silence, on this deeply cold morning in the light of this brilliant moon. I choose to practice gratitude.
