Apologies for the late delivery this morning, friends, I was having internet issues quite clearly, and the first working Monday of the year left me wondering if 2021 was going to be that different from 2020 after all. Nevertheless, we’re back in business (I hope) and I hope this was just a chance for mentally sleeping in a bit. It’s winter, you deserve that. Speaking of, I’ve spoken about it at length on this little signal fire, but winter in Montana is an altogether beast of a different nature. This year, for some strange reason, it’s not been. It’s been in the mid to upper 40s pretty much constantly throughout December and January, and the lack of snowfall has had many of us long-time locals scratching our heads as to what’s broken. Saying that, I’d be lying if I said that after the year we just had, this break from the usually vigorous and challenging winters we’re accustomed to, wasn’t welcome.
Also, it looks like the server issue also made it so the photo didn't send in the email but it Did post here. Apologies lovely friends.
The thing that soothes me and brings me peace is pretty ridiculous (don’t laugh!) When I get really overwhelmed or worried I ask my husband, “what do you think Tom Hanks is doing right now?” And he always obliges me, any time of day, painting detailed pictures with his imagination of Tom Hanks could possibly be doing. It delights and calms my heart (and usually makes me laugh!) Every single time.
Music. Music always brings me relief, clarity, peace from the world. It is my escape. No matter what mood I'm in or what kind of music I'm listening to, it brings me stillness. It maintains my sanity.
I find peace in the sounds of nature - the barred owls calling to each other at dusk, the soft patter of a warm summer rain, the whisper of a snowfall as it falls through the trees. Even the whizzing of a hummingbird as it zips past going from flower to flower, then pausing to hover a foot in front of me before moving on. In the spring, I look forward to the thaw and the first songs of the peeper frogs in the wetland behind my house, because I know it signals the end of winter and warmer days to come.