I hope this letter finds you well. And if not well, at peace with whatever is present. And if not at peace, then simply aware of what moves in you.
For many days now we have had a hard frost. It is quite unusual, I would say, to have so many consecutive days like this and it is set to continue for most of the week to come. Staying warm and feeding the stove with logs is what the days are made of. The insulation in the loft needs much improving, the back door is single glazed with cracks and gaps in the wood and there is not yet heating in the bathroom. So this kind of weather brings certain challenges. But outside it is utterly glorious. The skies are clear and the sun shines low, turning everything into an ocean of diamonds. When the darkness comes, the moon rises bright beyond the birch trees and casts light over the whole night. If you are lucky, you will hear the owls hooting somewhere from the woods.
In the living room the cat laps enthusiastically at her water and the logs burn steady in the stove. I watch and listen and smile in the fullness of simplicity.
Love and courage,