Midwinter dreaming of Spring

It's just not as much fun to walk when the winter wind hurts my face but my dog doesn't seem to mind. Some days I lose all incentive to brave the elements and take a trek out through my little countrified neighborhood. The days that I make an effort I feel better in the long run even if it takes awhile to thaw out once I get inside. This week had a couple bad days that I just couldn't seem to muster the enthusiasm or rather discipline needed to get anything of relevance accomplished. Friday I almost stayed in but the sun seemed to beckon me and I listened. Nanook and I walked along the side of a big winter wheat field. It is at least nice to see something green growing on a January day. We walked along until we were behind the middle school and onward to a service road that reminds me a little of the road that led to my parent's farm house, the kind with the tire tracks and grass in the middle. There is no snow right now but that is subject to change. Walking down the lane Friday there were muddy spots that I could feel squish beneath my warm and comfortable leather moon style boots. I was thinking of weird things like how places smell at different times of the year. When it snows it smells so clean but it covers up the earthy scent that is otherwise there. Mud makes it smell different and winter mud is different than spring mud. I'm feeling a little ridiculous typing this but it is true. In the spring time there will be the scents of new life emerging and the deeper into Spring it becomes I am captivated by the sweet scent of blossoms. I look forward upon the time of year that awaits around the corner, glorious Spring!

Perfect Love



Come unto me my little one and walk the fields beneath the sun,

I have not changed through the years you've known, you are my child, you are my own.

I am Spirit and I am sky, the twinkle in a loved ones eye,

I am the song that nature sings, the simplicity of a flower , the wonder of kings.



I am not linked to time nor space , I am love and I am grace

I am the Good Samaritan , the oil of healing to the wounded soul

I am the eye within the storm that sees that you are safe from harm.

I am the One who draws you near , the perfect love that casts out fear.

Cheryl Nunn



Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.

James 1:17 NIV