snow, two ways<\/h1>\n

I grew up with these mountains. I love these mountains. Every morning, I check in with these \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>mountains. When life doesn’t make sense, these mountains calm me. When nothing good seems to last, these mountains remind me that nothing could be farther from the truth. There are good things that last. Because they last.<\/p>\n

I especially love the winter, when they are covered with snow. The sun setting behind them, there is no more serene sight. Right now there’s just this little cap of snow left, that little spot of white, and each morning it grows smaller. It makes me a little sad, but not too sad. Because I know the snow will be back next winter. And the next winter after that. Something I can count on.<\/p>\n

Speaking of something I can count on, there’s Picard. He who has given me family, by being loyal. He has given \u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/span>me a sense of purpose, by inspiring me to become an Animal Assisted Therapy (AAT) volunteer team. He’s got a little “snow”\u00a0going on too, just like my mountain top. His snow\u00a0is in his\u00a0muzzle. And while the snow\u00a0on the mountain diminishes\u00a0a little each day, Picard’s muzzle grows increasingly, permanently, whiter. His life, like our own, is linear, not seasonal. And I think about this so much; about the passage of time, and life, and All Things Must Pass and This Too Shall Pass. And the realizations that I’d give anything to slow it down. Not go back; just slow it down, just a little.<\/p>\n

These mountains have been pulling me, a lot these days. The urge to go sit atop one in silence, and just observe, is a strong one. Maybe that will slow it down.<\/p>\n

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