It’s the Chinese Lunar New Year, Year of the Fire Horse.  The last two nights I’ve made a fire in the fireplace and lit candles, as I absorb the energy of this new year. The snake has molted and is ready to gallop with energy, clarity, and courage.  1966 was the last Fire Horse Year, and that was a powerful one too.

My grandson is at Tahoe with his family and a very perky puppy.  It’s been snowing and is beautiful.  I look at the photos and feel what it’s like to play with this new texture, to immerse as in water, to form flakes to come together as snowmen and snowwomen, and toss snowballs with glee.  I remember my childhood, and all the years and give thanks for how water is liquid, solid, and gas, able to change like perception.