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an empty park


The park was empty this morning. I was humming California Dreamin'. I like seeing people and exchanging a few words, but there's something extraordinary and peaceful about being there - alone. Isabella freely sniffed. 

I could weave my way in and out of the trees without wondering if people thought I was a crazy lady for not walking a straight path.

trees are gray-brown silhouettes 
set against an ashen sky, ready to drop crafted snowflakes
streets are iced
houses bright with twinkling lights beckon us indoors
winter is descending with darkness and dormancy and cold
each breath exhaled creates fog
an innate splendor 
air crystallizes and suspends for a moment
all is calm
all is quiet
in the season of rest and sleep

I could hear the birds and see my breath. 

I was mindful of winter's imminent arrival. The sky had that "snow sky" look. It's time to think about hibernating, where all is stilled and quiet for a time.

Plants and animals need this season to regenerate and grow. Plants put down deeper roots in winter. It's how they're designed.

Being created ones, shouldn't we allow ourselves a time of rejuvenation?

The manic Holiday Season is going on all around. Somehow, it's become the polar opposite of the intent. So, I'm choosing to slow down, be more intentional and thoughtful. I'm giving myself permission to rest, to go deeper and to genuinely enjoy the quiet season.

Peace, my friends -

Missy



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