January 29, 2014
Some days it’s not easy to be gentle. On some days you look out into the harsh angles of light that cause huge shadows to fall across the tree outside your window and wonder what to do. Your spirit is restless, like a caged animal lurking along the fence line, but you are also weary. So you linger on the bark of the tree and wait for answers as the white-tipped buds dance in the bone-chilling wind that only gets colder after the sun goes down.