In the dream
I stand snowbound
at the Crossroad
Listening
Candlemas
a still point
Centered
Pausing –
in the distance
Flowing Water
Illuminates
a path…
Ice, snow and
frozen feelings
are outside –
not mine to own
Powerless in
their fear
these women
inhabit
abandoned
hen houses…
caught by
aggression
droning on….
I choose
to flow
like water
coursing
through
the forest
Her
Serpentine
curves
mirror
ripples –
reflecting
Golden Light.
Over The Edge and Beyond: Journal of a Naturalist 
Yes, continue to flow with flexibility… while others are stagnant in their ice-cold callousness. 😊
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Tom this is the only way is it not?
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Saw on the news that your area is going to get bitterly cold. Stay warm, in all the coldness, Sara. Be careful!
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Bless you Tom – how kind of you to think of me…. It’s really frigid – 2 degrees yesterday but it’s the wind that is impossible – came back to my house to stay to get away a d because I only have a four foot crawl space – unheated – was 50 down there Tuesday but today 32 – the wind had blown the vent covers away – had I come later – tooo late – managed to get a stove down there blew a fuse but finally got it going and last I checked it was about 40 – it’s wonderful to be away from such hostility from old women I don’t know and my dogs one of which is in heart failure are so happy to be home… getting old is hard as we know… lonely too -am betwixt and between – will stay here until it warms up – then I’ll go back to the fishbowl…. At least I still have this house….but the shoveling is impossible – what a winter from hell – except of course if you are a skier – then fake snow – it’s all ice so they have to make it into powder – keeps the tourists piling in….I will be happy just to stay upright and take care of my animals….. next winter I will have to go somewhere – Harpies aren’t the answer – why do you suppose they are so mean? Power? Fear? Thanks so much!
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