The sunny winter day is calling me, so I grabbed my camera and off I went to see what it might say.
“Sing. Sing Me, Beloved.”
It’s my deep joy to sing the winter hills. May it speak to your inner light and maybe even wash you with golden rays as the setting sun washes the hills with golden light. What shadows might it cast for you? Look for the treasure in both the light and the shadow.
The feminine dwells in experience and in the mystery of the song without words. May it bless you this day. ~ Coleen