Saturday, January 8, 2005

More cold, more snow. The llamas so happy to get their morning grain and hay. You can only gobble so many juniper berries... More juncos come to the feeders now. Little snowbirds in twos and threes instead of our solitary diner. As the dark season drags on, maybe other birds will notice the fluttering in the sheltered place where our birdfeeder tree grows and come to check it out. I hung the suet hangers but never have bought suet. I should make my own this year. If I do, and if it turns out well, I'll post the recipe. Here's a mirroring exercise from this morning: I gave in finally and sat up hopeless of sleep and found I moved into light. At my right hand shone the beam's white source, the blazing quarter moon, horns held upward to the right in the steep direction of its climb. Far behind and lower a bright planet followed. And soon the horns became a mighty ox that ahead of its companion ploughman grooved a hidden colter deep across the midnight plat. 2:12:31 PM    comment []