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A bit more from last week’s snow day

Izzy, contemplating what might be out there.

In [fairy tales], power is rarely the right tool for survival anyway. Rather the powerless thrive on alliances, often in the form of reciprocated acts of kindness – from beehives that were not raided, birds that were not killed but set free or fed, old women who were saluted with respect. Kindness sown among the meek is harvested in crisis.

~ Rebecca Solnit

We belong to the earth, we belong to the sky.  We inter-are.  Wisdom, compassion, body, mind are not separate.

~ Roshi Joan Halifax

The ultimate, hidden truth of the world is that it is something we make, and could just as easily make differently.

~ David Graeber and David Wengrow, The Dawn of Everything

A dab of a reflection of light up in a tree.

Today on the island that people call a peninsula, it’s going to be warm, sunny, and windy.  There are gale warnings in effect, but gale warnings are for out on the water and we won’t be on the water today.  That said, the wind doesn’t stay out on the water.  Neither do the waves.  Wind and water create most of the music I hear around here in winter (pretty much every season, now that I think about it).  I’m beginning to recognize individual songs and the harmonies of trees and wind, grasses and wind, water and shore, water and wind, and some of the other varieties and combinations.

The pale pink of a sunset sky.

While I’m listening to the wind today, I thought I’d share a few more photos from the wondrous snow we received last week.  Hard to believe it’s been ten days ago.  My, how time does rush by.  I was hoping we might be gifted with more snow this upcoming Sunday/Monday, but the forecasters are saying rain, rain, rain, and plenty of it.  They have been known to be wrong and the forecast could change.  Fingers crossed that it is snow and not rain.  I’d like at least one more opportunity to hike and ski before the crocuses bloom and spring takes over.

There is love in this image.

Outside the office window, while I type up this post, a family of flickers are sitting in a wild cherry tree.  Sunbathing.  It’s a good spot for sunbathing.  I’ve seen a lot of different birds in that tree over the years we’ve been here.  The hawks, in particular, like the sunny location.  The wild cherry sits on the edge of Zeke’s woods, long grasses surrounding it.  Whatever walks out of the grasses or woods, if it’s small enough, is food for the hawks.  Red foxes like to hang out at the base of the tree, catching the sun, resting, or watching for their next meal.  The path from Zeke’s woods located near the tree is a high traffic area for the white-tailed deer.  I even saw a bald eagle out there once.  She looked too big for the branches of the wild cherry, yet somehow the branch she was sitting on held her just fine.

For some reason, that reminds me of something I read recently about letting go of the holding we do and allowing or surrendering ourselves to be held.  This holding we do — call it a need to control or feel in control, maybe — makes our bodies and jaws clench or tighten from stress or habit. We might not even notice it until something brings on a relaxation response.  The eagle I mentioned above was perfectly content to allow the tree to hold her while she warmed up in the sun, keeping an eye out for whatever might make a tasty breakfast.  Practice has probably taught her what will hold her and what will not, but I suspect there are elements of faith and trust involved, too.  Whatever you believe in, maybe try to let that hold you for a while instead of you trying to hold it.

Sunset, spreading light and warmth during a cold spell.

I keep trying to find a direction for my words, but they keep flitting and flying around with today’s wind, occasionally resting on the wild cherry tree branch with the flickers.  I often wonder what they eat during the winter months.  I know they love ants.  Are they able to dig up ants during the cold weather months?  Maybe they’re diving after seeds or there are some other bugs available to them when the ground is hard.  They peck at it the way the woodpeckers go at the trees so maybe they are finding ants or beetles or larvae.

My favorite hiking partner. (This gives you some idea of how tall the trees have grown in Zeke’s Woods. This was all meadow just a few years ago.)

A little randomness:  M’s birthday is this weekend.  We store our wrapping paper in a bin up in the attic.  I don’t like to go up into the attic, mostly because I’m not a fan of climbing ladders or heights.  Rather than do that, I spent part of the morning painting some paper I have that I usually use for practicing drawing or for the kids to color or paint on.  It turns out to be perfect for wrapping smallish gifts.  I used watercolors because I thought the acrylics might be too stiff.  I would like to try it with acrylics sometime, just to see.

A wash (awash) of pink.

Bella (Cat) is still hanging in there, acting fairly normal except for the lack of eating.  She’s lost more weight.  I don’t know how much more weight she can lose before it becomes even more serious.  The thing is, she seems happy enough for now.  She eats just enough to keep herself going.  When she asks to go outside, I open the door for her.  She stays close to the house where there is little danger, usually sitting in a patch of sunshine, sniffing the air.  My only concern is that cats, like most animals, will sometimes hide when they are very sick and ready to die.  I’d rather she didn’t die alone in the cold, somewhere outdoors where a predator might take her.  Then again, if it’s her preference…  ?  She can’t tell me so how would I know?

Pink and gold.

I reckon that’s enough from me for today.  Thank you so much for walking in the snow with me again.  Let’s meet out at the Point for sunset this evening.  Although the high today is supposed to be in the 50’s, the temperature drops pretty quickly by the water and at sunset.  I’d suggest layers.  That way you can adjust to be warmer or cooler.  Sunset this evening is scheduled for 5:06 PM.

Please be safe, be well, and practice gentleness with yourself and with others.

When you walk the monster paths after a good snowfall, you have to do something resembling the limbo to get around or under the trees that are weighed down.

A few of the 10,000 reasons to be happy:  1,946)  Love and the wisdom of love.  1,947)  Watching the flickers as they gather on the branches of the cherry tree, occasionally diving down to the lawn to partake of whatever they’re eating.  1,948)  The songs of the wind.  1,949)  Morning yoga practice.  1,950)  Sitting on the dock in the late afternoons, meditating or praying or just being.

Moving deeper into sunset.


Robin is... too many things to list, but here is a start: an artist and writer; a photographer and saunterer; a daughter and sister and granddaughter; a friend, a partner, a wife, a mother, and a grandmother; a gardener, a great and imaginative cook, and the creator of wonderful sandwiches.

24 thoughts on “A bit more from last week’s snow day

  1. Goodness, I liked that Rebecca Solnit quotation. So true, and it might even be the theme of a story I have yet to write. Best to you and Bella. How hard it is when our fur buddies come to the end of their lives.

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  2. Snow pictures are beautiful, but I do not like that cold stuff much anymore. It just gets in my way in so many ways. Your sunsets are quite a bit later than ours – ours is to be at 4:46 p.m. today.

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  3. Such stunning photos, Robin! That glow on the snow is beautiful.
    We’re supposed to get snow that turns to rain tomorrow night. Strange when it’s only 15 F now! I’ll be staying in today!
    I’m sorry about Bella.
    Happy Birthday to M!

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  4. “The Dawn of Everything” is biased disingenuous account of human history ( ) that spreads fake hope (the authors of “The Dawn” claim human history has not “progressed” in stages, or linearly, and must not end in inequality and hierarchy as with our current system… so there’s hope for us now that it could get different/better again). As a result of this fake hope porn it has been widely praised. It conveniently serves the profoundly sick industrialized world of fakes and criminals. The book’s dishonest fake grandiose title shows already that this work is a FOR-PROFIT, instead a FOR-TRUTH, endeavor geared at the (ignorant gullible) masses.

    Fact is human history has “progressed” by and large in linear stages, especially since the dawn of agriculture ( ). This “progress” has been fundamentally destructive and is driven and dominated by “The 2 Married Pink Elephants In The Historical Room” ( ) which the fake hope-giving authors of “The Dawn” entirely ignore, naturally (no one can write a legitimate human history without understanding the nature of humans). And these two married pink elephants are the reason why we’ve been “stuck” in a destructive hierarchy and unequal class system (the “stuck” question is the major question in “The Dawn” its authors never answer, predictably), and will be far into the foreseeable future.

    A good example that one of the authors, Graeber, has no real idea what world we’ve been living in and about the nature of humans is his last brief article on Covid where his ignorance shines bright already at the title of his article, “After the Pandemic, We Can’t Go Back to Sleep.” Apparently he doesn’t know that most people WANT to be asleep, and that they’ve been wanting that for thousands of years (and that’s not the only ignorant notion in the title). Yet he (and his partner) is the sort of person who thinks he can teach you something authentically truthful about human history and whom you should be trusting along those terms. Ridiculous!

    “The Dawn” is just another fantasy, or ideology, cloaked in a hue of cherry-picked “science,” served lucratively to the gullible ignorant underclasses who crave myths and fairy tales.

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    1. Thank you, Martina, for your thoughtful and thought-provoking comment regarding the book I quoted. I am assuming it was the quote from the book that provoked the comment although that was a small part of my post and by no means a recommendation or review of the book. I have not yet read the book. It’s on my reading list. Several people have recommended it, probably to counterbalance my doom and gloom attitude. Therefore, I really can’t say how I feel about the book itself. The quote, however, was sent to me with the book recommendation and it is something I prefer to believe (if we must have beliefs, and it seems as humans we do whether it’s a belief that eventually people might come around to doing the right thing(s) or the belief in those who claim to be science investigators — who “do their own research” — and who interpret — perhaps cherry pick — science in a way that might possibly fit their belief system).

      Without some kind of belief in the possibility of change, I don’t see any point in going on in this world (Mother Nature may deal with that in time, anyhow, if we humans don’t manage to do it ourselves).

      I’ll read the book in the same way I have read other books. No doubt my own perceptions and beliefs and experiences will color what I’m reading. I’m human. It’s what we do. But I do try to keep an open mind and in that spirit, appreciate your take on it. Have you read it? I will check out the links you suggested when I have more time.

      I do, in fact, love and crave myths and fairy tales. We humans have a long history of stories, and the right stories, the right myths, and the right fairy tales might be part of what is needed to create some kind of change. You only have to look at the past 2,000 years and the belief in THAT myth and what it’s done to see how a story influences people and cultures. Art, music, and good stories are part of the beauty and joy in this life.

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  5. Gorgeous snowy photos, Robin! We got a dusting — just enough to beautify things a bit — but mercifully, much of it went away quickly. (Can you tell I’m a summer-girl?!?) Love the notion of surrendering ourselves to be held and yes, I do agree that requires a leap of faith. Or trust. Or both. Something many control freaks just don’t have.

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  6. Your snow in the woods pictures are beautiful! A winter wonderland — it was nice taking a walk with you there. ❄️ Warm wishes to Bella. Whatever happens she is surrounded by your love. Our sun is setting at 4:45 pm.

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  7. It snowed here today. Overnight, we’re expecting wintry mix, ice, and then rain. The snow was lovely to watch coming down. As for Bella, this may seem silly, but a friend of mine, when she found her dog was incurably ill, sat down and talked with her and explained that she would need to tell them when she was done or in too much pain. She said the dog listened and ultimately, was clear when she was done. Maybe you should try that with Bella.

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    1. It doesn’t seem silly at all to me, Lisa. Thank you. 🙂 I’ve had a talk with her and we’ll see. She’s stabilized for now, by her own choice (or choices made throughout the day to eat just a little, here and there).


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