I walked out of the house, somewhat counter-intuitively you might think, into an impending snow storm with my daughters' two year old dog in tow today. I was lost, not actually physically lost in these very familiar woods, let me explain. Lets's say I acutely felt the closing down of my heart, thoroughly dismayed and frustrated by a recent turn of events in my life, unable to grasp as much goodness in prospect as I might usually. The chill set in, snow flurries built, but I plodded on and down the slope aimlessly, more or less; just checking periodically the dog was okay.
Weathering the storm.
Weathering the storm.
Weathering the storm.
I walked out of the house, somewhat counter-intuitively you might think, into an impending snow storm with my daughters' two year old dog in tow today. I was lost, not actually physically lost in these very familiar woods, let me explain. Lets's say I acutely felt the closing down of my heart, thoroughly dismayed and frustrated by a recent turn of events in my life, unable to grasp as much goodness in prospect as I might usually. The chill set in, snow flurries built, but I plodded on and down the slope aimlessly, more or less; just checking periodically the dog was okay.