How Beautiful it is to do nothing, and then rest afterward.
The gales of March have arrived so fiercely that I've lost my bearings. Like a tiny dried up leaf on the swirling edge of a raging hurricane, I can no longer tell which way is up; which way is down. West. East.
So I'm taking a few days to sit quietly on a hill. To let the sun slowly soak its way through my cold and weary body, until the winds calm and I'm warm once again.
To ground myself on a solid piece of rose coloured granite, and find my centre in the cradle valley between two snow covered peaks. To reconnect. To rest.
My children's giggles cut through the white noise in my mind. They are throwing food to a myriad of rainbow trout in a once still, pristine pool below.
This is where I find my peace.
I'll be back in just a few days with more food, recipes, and photos. Until then . . .