Hi. We’re calm before the storm again here today in Vermont. I kind of love hearing how the birds chime in when weather is shifting, seeing the early bits of wind moving the tree branches. I love the cloud formations and what they say, their movement across the sky. It’s so quiet here on this far end of a dead-end dirt road that you can really feel your connection to the larger world and I know that’s healthy. Many mornings when I open my eyes I see the bright orange, pink, red, and all variations in-between light rising over the hills. Right now I look a bit to the right of that and see the snow-covered ski trails on Magic Mountain, further swooping to the right and I see Stratton Mountain’s ski trails. Having grown up on boards, this feels comforting in its familiarity. My boys learned how to ski on Stratton and many of my happiest hours have been spent on Magic, briefly free of the constraints of gravity, bright hellos with the lift attendants. I have found the only greater happiness in my life than skiing is skiing with my kids.
You. Always good with the words. I needed to hear your clarification on religion.
I would pop over to Saratoga for the class but it’s a bit far.
Keep on doing dearie.
Xxx