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From the
owners:
Despite all
the chocolate, flowers, and spicy candy hearts we try to inject into
the month of February, one undeniable fact remains: It is a cold,
dreary, and seemingly endless month good only for hibernation.
Perhaps it's the anticipation of an early spring that makes the
shortest month of the year feel like the longest month on the
calendar. Or maybe we've had our fill of snow, rock salt, and gray
skies that the very thought of stepping outdoors actually stings our
skin. It's no wonder that all the new year resolutions made
only a month ago have usually fizzled by this time. Dar Williams'
song titled February asks the very appropriate question, "Can
we live through February?"
The return of
the early morning birdsongs outside our bedroom window tells us we can.
This newsletter contains an
overabundance of information so please read it thoroughly. A
lot will be happening this spring over at Highland as we look
forward to waking from our hibernations and opening our hearts to
spring and to new possibilities.
Namaste,
Anelyn and Stephen
(with Cordelia and Lucien, too!)
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Coming in April, Maren Parisi will
be leading a workshop discussion on
29 Gifts. Copies of the
book are available now
How will the quality of your life
change when you make a conscious effort to put others first? Struggling
with emotional and physical set backs from a recent diagnosis of
Multiple Sclerosis, author Cami Walker turned to a friend who suggested
taking the focus off of her illness and instead, putting it towards
others in the form of giving for 29 days. You will be incredibly
uplifted and inspired by Cami's results from this unorthodox
"treatment." You may want to take on the giving challenge for yourself!
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February by Dar Williams
I threw your keys
in the water, I looked back,
They'd frozen halfway down in the ice.
They froze up so quickly, the keys and their owners,
Even after the anger, it all turned silent, and
The everyday turned solitary,
So we came to February.
First we forgot where wed planted those bulbs last year,
Then we forgot that wed planted at all,
Then we forgot what plants are altogether,
and I blamed you for my freezing and forgetting and
The nights were long and cold and scary,
Can we live through February?
You know I think Christmas was a long red glare,
Shot up like a warning, we gave presents without cards,
And then the snow,
And then the snow came, we were always out shoveling,
And we'd drop to sleep exhausted,
Then we'd wake up, and its snowing.
And February was so long that it lasted into March
And found us walking a path alone together.
You stopped and pointed and you said, "That's a crocus,"
And I said, "What's a crocus?" and you said, "It's a flower,"
I tried to remember, but I said, "What's a flower?"
You said, "I still love you."
The leaves were turning as we drove to the hardware store,
My new lover made me keys to the house,
And when we got home, well we just started chopping wood,
Because you never know how next year will be,
And we'll gather all our arms can carry,
I have lost to February. |
