As the dance between Winter and Spring continues in these lands, tossing back and forth, with Winter cold rising and then turning over once more to Spring warmth, I find that I can not resist the feel of the Sun. I want all that snow covered winter shininess to come inside. The rays beckon to me to welcome them in, to enjoy their warmth.

So, I turn the woodstove fire onto a hot roar and open the door wide, letting in that sun to stream, in and through the door of my home. I welcome its beckoning streams to wends their way in and through the cracks and windows of my heart and home. As I sit in the door way, I feel those rays returning me to the songs and melodies of life, joy and love. Those rays and waves, oh they shine on and on, deeper and deeper until they, at last, they stream into my very soul.

Ahhh, there, I can breathe. There, I arrive. At last.

In harmony, a chickadee accompanies these waves of light today, and flies in, and then out of the door of my home, and heart, all in a space of a breath. I smile in my heart and belly. And feel the warmth of it all.