Beautiful, huh? As we looked out from our windows we were reminded of nature's force. Our power went out and our world was still 'cept for the ice crystals in movement and in sound. Tree branches creaked and snapped and windows and doors held on as the ice and sleet pounded their resistance. As darkness fell and our home chilled we stoked the fire and kept a pot of water simmering for hot tea. We made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and lit candles and oil lamps. Skipp played guitar and we sang for hours- we played cribbage, and hangman and laughed heartily. We opened a wonderful heavy oak and buttery flavored chardonnay - we talked, honestly and intimately about life, our life, our hopes and fears, dreams and blessings. There were tears and long hugs, some times those hugs that are desperate and rough - clinging and hanging on - we groped and gazed, and held on to one another in the best of ways. It was glorious and when the power did come back on - we preferred the truth of candle lit hugs.
Love Gail,
peace.......
