Me and schnee

Woke up this morning to a powdered-sugar world (not unlike what Linc did to the kitchen the other evening when I left a sifter full of confectioner's unattended) . Neighbor guy with toy snowblower revs up about 10am (hey, he let us sleep in for two whole hours this time!) and since he's 80-something, I get out there with my shovel.

( A few photos behind the cut... )

In other news: I wrote and submitted a magazine article yesterday morning... the first in a few years. It's a delight to have the pure and obsessive NEED to write fill me. 1300 words flew effortlessly from my fingers (were they good words? That's still up in the air... we'll see if the articles editor thinks so). But feeling the writing flow again is like crawling into the hot tub when I'm tense and cold... everything is soothed and relaxed, parts of me that I thought were unusable start to limber up and flex again, I can open my eyes and see the stars and just fly anywhere.

Birthing – and living – without fear

I wrote a response to one of the comments from this post, but it was too long. Since it includes some further ruminations along the lines that I was writing about, ( I'm posting it here as an entry. )