Colour of Snow

Journey to the Moon

Blanket of snow on ground, sky,

White grey wrap muffling noise.

So stilled, quiet, ready to feel.
Creaking scratch of my eyes.

Heavy in body I arrive.
So this is me remembering childish wonder

How cold is it in space?
Is it colder than the Arctic in midwinder?

Then I remember we walked on the moon and survived.
And didn't die of the cold. Or die of the wonder.

That's if you believe we did actually go to the moon....

Land of the Bear Jan~Feb 2010

Spruce

The breadth of space and

The depth of the Earth

Stream through the eye of the needle

The secret of living

Penetrate each other and below

And create life

The meeting is perfect.

If you look at Spruce from directly above, the star-shaped patterns of the branches will remind you of a snowflake...The power of the Spruce is there to facilitate the creative act between Heaven and Earth. Spruce is an important antenna for the cosmic forces. The Earth catches these forces with the help of trees, and mirrors the harmony of the universe and the music of the spheres deep into the crystalline structures of the rocks, among other places" The Tree Angel Oracle by F Hageneder & A Heng.

Antique Sami Shaman Drum ~ Sami Museum Jokkmokk and Snow

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May we feel the tender toes

of spirits dancing

on the lining of our hearts.

Sounding a bell in our Souls

thunder beings

in our blood.

Jokkmokk Medieval Market -32

Wolfman & Bearman

My Breath freezes

The Road Home. The Road North