Meds in the Woods

In these trying times, one of my daily routines for survival and “thrival” is spending quality time in “my” woods.

They truly fill me with joy.

It takes time to dress for the trek:

At minus 17, my nose needs covering.

The “push-up-prop” shown below is much lower than my kitchen counter ( as the snow piles up it gets lower and lower) so, instead of the 20 to 25 push-ups I do at home, here I manage only 10 to 15.

I use this push-up-prop at the beginning of my loop-route.

Then I race as quickly as I can along the trails – with our recent heavy snowfalls, it can be a real work-out.

I am often tempted to stop and capture the winter beauty that feeds my soul.

The freshly fallen snow makes a perfect canvas for happy smiling faces – with no masks.

Considering the times we’re living in, and how I feel about the situation, I’m thinking that my meds are red.

Do You Believe in Magic?

I’m sure most of us did at one point in our lives. And yes, many of us still do – if only in our dreams.

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However, if we truly observe where we find joy, we can see that indeed, there is magic all around us: in the love that flows between a mother and her new-born; in the discovery of tiny flowers that have bloomed overnight – in the darkness of the forest; in the millions of stars in a midnight-blue sky; and in surprisingly glorious sunrises and sunsets.

Whatever your definition allows on this fabulously cold spring day, may it truly enthral you and enchant you to bits!

And may it add a touch of magic to your wide-awake dreams.