It makes everything new again, snow. Not forever, but for a moment there is a glimpse of purity; a gentle sprinkling of pristine from the heavens. Today it is snowing, and it feels like a reminder, a renewal, an exhibition of change. Do not lose hope.
It’s been a wild week of seemingly catastrophic alterations; for me personally, for all of us together. I glimpsed brief moments of despair. They did not last. Here’s why.
Twice, I was woken up in the early morning hours, both times with a single message. This was different than the usual protocol.
The first time was early last week. It came, I believe, as an answer to my un-asked questions of “why?” and “what now?”
January has been an especially challenging month for me personally. My rose-colored glasses were slipping. The message that morning was “Remember, this is not all of it or all of…
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