Winter chills the earth, snow drifting, winds bitter, darkness crowding daylight, the weather willing us to slow down.  Many of us refuse to listen, bravely fighting the elements.  Some of our furry friends follow another path, seeking refuge in a temporary resting place, entering hibernation.  Lowering their body temperature, slowing their heart rate, quieting their breath.

Mid-winter break.

Punxsutawney Phil emerges, eyes opening in the camera’s glare, nature’s fortune teller.  Will our weather turn?  His shadow predicting continued cold.  And for the times when his shadow isn’t present, warmth will fill the air.

QUIESCENCE

Stillness still present

Connecting, discovering

Synchronicity.