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The most adorable thing happened today - my landlords sent me a postcard. They're away in warmer climes, and I'm feeding the cat, tending the plants, raiding the liquor cabinet once in a while. Okay, once. I was bored. I don't have a return address, so I'm responding to them here. Things are fine; it hasn't snowed much at all, really.  I had one big day where I shoveled from my door to the car , and then from the big tree to the road, and then shoveled the road.  The foxes laid tracks all over the yard. I stayed home from work today but I won't have to move snow at all.  Today we had what must be called sun-snow.  Either there were secret clouds or it was so bitterly cold that the snowflakes had drifted gently and intact onto leaves and were thence lifted by the wind.  I couldn't capture the effect by camera. Let me know when you open the whisky from Holland. Tigger's been good; Barb left him catnip and I will bring him some more later in the we...

The moon told me tonight a plainer version of a truth I've always known. It's not full any longer - waning , we say - and there's a fine lace of cloud cover stretched above the yard. I notice that the moon is enhanced, brighter, seems to be glowing, as a thin veil crosses its face. When the moon shines between clouds, the sky is dark and the edges of the sphere delineated. We, too, shine brighter when we are filtered through challenge. People notice our energy while we struggle toward the surface. At peace, when the skies are clear, we seem calm, linear; it's easy for the observer to move along after looking upon a placid face.  But the moon shining through opposition takes our breath away.  Happy Christmas to you, my menagerie.    Cinco de Mayo ca. 2000, Palm Springs, CA