Before today,

before tweeting, before texting, before facebook, before email, before internet, before telephones, before newspapers, before letters, before all the "instant" communication There was quiet and stillness, allowing communication between ourselves and nature. In that stillness is when there is a connection. Today is so filled with the noise which means nothing, that we cannot listen to the mountain, or the rock, or the cloud. Today I heard the word "18." In my stillness, I tried to get more, but the noise kept me from hearing more. Maybe "18" is for me to discover, and not for me to be handed.

January

The snow may be flying in January, but most are thinking about the green grass and gardens in May.