The stark winter has arrived, the fitful winds kicking up random snow vortexes. No embellishments to distract, no demands of interwoven colors and brilliant foliage. Only bare bones, skeletal earthlings reaching for insight, stretching high to the mysterious ivory, and doused-in-white pines, limbs heavy, demanded by the Earth. As a savior being prayed forth, that which lies deep in the core emerges in crystal-like facets, flashing aqua and violet.
To live in a world where life is constantly in bloom, no stepping back, no opportunity to go dormant, no blank canvas awaiting the brush strokes that are the inevitable thaw, would be it’s own kind of challenge. In this quiescent state, this naked simplicity, our planet most aligns with the expanse of the heavens. What is evident is essential.
Tricia Schwaba, December 1, 2019