the start of the storm

which roared all night

and now all is calm

more about snow

Driving down the Kusawa road
The river seem to be frozen farther up towards the lake then ever before.
Second photo at the big bend in the road, where those two poplars are.
First photo, just before the next big bend, here we turned around, as we didn't want to go down the hill there.
All winter the river had lots of ice floes and slush in it, which to me causes it to freeze over. Which of course is caused by the steady snowfall.
Just my observation, that the freezing of the Takhini river at the outlet by the Lake, freezes up faster, more due to the amount of snow, than  to extreme cold temperatures (which we haven't had this winter)

i wonder
if I
who was 
approached by an icefloe
if I
suffocated him?
He a man much like 
you Christopher
a man that understands me
ice floes and snow 
just a different
form of the same reality
where did he go?
my flowing ice floe
that gave me so much joy

What i am saying,
the otters, everything
the weather always reflects my emotional state of being
energies always aligned
my shoulder still hurts
the load to heavy, that way too

tomorrow the radio says: plus six!
plus six, can you imagine?!

snow upon snow upon snow

Snow took on a different meaning this year.
I don't know quite what to do with it.
The Queen of the North,
what is she trying to say?
She does let us dig ourselves out and breath.

I found joy in not going too far

This is what i want to ask;
Do we grow contently lonely?
Happy to just be?
Be mindful in the moment?

Last night after an evening of laughter and fun, i did lay in bed and felt, that i could feel, if i wished, that all was good.

What is this searching for truth,
if such thing as truth might not even exist.

Last night

there were northern lights,
and stars,
and sun today!
before the northern lights i had a dream
a good dream
certavi et vi
i have fought and conquered
in a strange looking wilderness, falling from incredible heights, crossing uncrossable rivers on thin ice, swinging in the canopy of thin extremely tall trees
down down down till where,
the dream ended, where i saw the way out,
just a little ways ahead
it was a dream after i couldn't sleep
after i cried
i cried...heavingly
great big sobs
as  i laid in bed,
my face felt small
the sockets of my eyes full of big tear drops
the sockets of my eyes feeling like wash basins
overflowing
the tears rolling into my ears filling my ears
with an ocean
my fingers thick and big compared to my small face
trying to wipe the unstoppable flood
i felt you too
not comforting
but you were there
i did not want to stop crying
i wanted to cry forever
it felt warm and comforting

before the heaving started
i thought of a certain childhood memory
nothing horrific
just a memory
brought on by something happening earlier that day

the otter family Dec 8, 2013

it's a wonderful world

we don't have to go far for a work out

While Don does the digging, I snowshoed up our little hill, maybe a 15 min walk normally, i think i was gone for an hour.

ducks in the winter

  Goodmorning to all,
Tons of snow here, i wonder if it is a record,
maybe i post some pictures later.

First i wanted to post the ducks i saw last week at the Yukon river while walking the millennium trail.This was Dec 23, 2013.  I did read that  Common Mergansers and Common Goldeneyes do overwinter on occasion, less so the Barrow's Goldeneye.

Barrow's Goldeneye

both Goldeneyes

Common Goldeneye

Common Mergnaser

Part 2, form the book of different realities

You know why, this is part two? because i don't know how to work computers. When i paste and copy something, my typing fond stays in that fond of what i copied.

Now there i something, so after switching realities, it is very hard to go back...

This morning after i had gotten up i saw these realities encased in thick, slimy, grey, though skin. Maybe like the stomach of a Bison,  washed clean of the blood.

Reading the book it occurred again to me, that the Germans in World War II , suffered maybe most. Well i can't say most, as i think suffering is suffering. (the apple/orange thing)
When i grew up , there was never a hatred for the Germans, the image was more, of young boys fighting in Holland torn away from their families in Germany. My husband i ask him,  ( born in '47) grew up in a Military  community in Northern England. He said there was nothing, no awareness that way, they told us nothing, we learned nothing.

Did he and i came together, because in England after school he was an apprentice to lay ..marble?.. floors in hospitals?

See i am getting totally lost, here. I am taking a break from writing. Maybe i will  talk to my husband for a bit. Maybe i go back to 1977,giggles, brommers and kisses. Or to the future.....where i still will be me, but in a total different reality.