Cabin Notes: a winter practice
Things are in motion.
Every winter asks something different of us.
Some years it asks for grit, for shoveling the path again and again, for keeping ourselves upright when the days feel dark and slippery. Other years it asks for a deep, interior kind of tending, remembering what quiet can do. Some years, its on its knees, begging us for a willingness to honor the animal in us …
