Lost in the snow...

with the quiet  of the trees, I feel my soul settle into my bones. There is something quite primitive about walking in the woods deep in the winter cold. It must stir ancestral memories and tug at that part of me that still feels connection to the base instinct of survival. It is gloriously beautiful, luminous and still, and at the same time I feel a respect for what it could do to me. These moments alone fill me so completely I could sometimes leave the world behind and never walk back. I think in other lifetimes I have lived solitary for it pulls so strongly on me. But then I must pull myself back to the laughter of good friends, and the comfort of warm food shared around a table surrounded by the people in my life that I love, and I find fullness there too. Tug of war, tug...tug...tug.