Snowshoeing

Silence as I snowshoe in the woods this morning.  The snow is deep, yet my snowshoes let me glide along the top of the drifts.  Snow is gently falling from branches overhead with a puff of wind.  Ah, but there are sounds; a distant caw of a crow, the snort of an unseen buck warning other deer of my presence, screech of a blue jay, a gliding red tailed hawk soaring from a tall pine tree.

I blazed a new trail along the southern edge of our woods, no houses in sight, or sound of humanity.  The wandering takes me through a young grove of aspen with tracks of deer that have eaten any new buds.   I come across a deer "highway" with evidence of spots where they have bedded down for the night.  Their trails are easier to follow, missing the dense bushes, and buckthorn.  Far in the distance, I hear the hum of a snowmobile, others finding joy in the outdoors, yet missing the solitude of the woods.   Suddenly above me, the flutter of a wild turkey taking off from its perch on a tall tree branch.  

Back on the trail, the sight of our log home ahead.

Visions of Self

I spent time browsing for clothes online, only to decide there really isn't anything I want to buy.  My closet is full, my needs are met.   


Yet......in my mind, I wear flowing skirts of bold design, topped by a whispery peasant blouse in muted earth tones, and sandals on my feet.  I wear blue jeans, with funky boots, jackets in primary colors.  


Alas, the clothes in my closet, incorporate the practical needs of a business office, flat shoes for traveling the manufacturing floor, too much black.   Perhaps it is time to clean out the closet and get back to the vision of myself.  Not today, instead I will choose a skirt and a top to reflect the rose colors of the rising sun.