Posted by: brigid benson | January 24, 2019

Winter’s Still Place

Winter crashes, freezes, howls and grips yet when she holds her chill breath, her gentle stillness is magical.

And in the damp, dank sanctuary where brittle branches dance with emerald moss and silver birch, profound stillness is most delicious soul food!


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