winter’s quiet…
as we leave the days of shorter daylight … a longing to extend winter’s slumber falls over me as I begin my search for slow art in the fleeting blustery days ahead… before tipping into spring. in the quiet…and slow… i reminisce the many winters of my life… snow becomes water trickling and collecting to the vast underground as if melted under the newborn sun. under the blanket of winter’s keeper… lies a vibration of new life yet to emerge and a vigorous energy just below the surface… the change of seasons is inevitable. i so wish i could slowly distill and bottle the quiet of winter…