The snow has finally begun to fall down upon the homestead, and I can only hope that it will leave more then a slight dusting upon this land, as our dry winter constitutions & soil are quenched of thirst and our internal bodies & well are in need of replenishment. Watching the snow from outside my window as it descends down from the sky above, I am evermore thankful for a gift so rarely treasured by the blind eye, a wondrous fractal of water, delicate in structure and form, yet brilliantly resilient. As I hope the spirits of those who dwell upon this fragile earthen home of ours have become, for those who can see; have foreseen a drought that could end our realm of destruction & ignorance that has for too long rained over our consciousness and over that of the natural world's. Are hope now lies in the snow & rain, who can bring forth the peace & conscious understanding that our heats desire and that our world so desperately needs.
