on the alter of morning, as though it were the first.

Awaking to unexpected snow, I feel a weirdly wonderful sense of possibility this morning. Enchanted. Heart full. I wandered through the woods, under snow-dusted boughs of pine, feeling thankful for the winter that held me through.

{originally published March 19, 2015}

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Stand in the Storm (Jennifer) says:

March 23, 2015 at 4:59 pm

Great picture! 🙂 I see you are a Yorkie owner, too. Or rather, I’d guess you are owned by the Yorkie as I am . Mine’s Zoie, she’s 17 years and still plugging away – I call her my spirit doggy as she has had health issues in the past and always drove me to my knees.

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1. jessiemarianiello says:
  
  March 23, 2015 at 8:15 pm
  
  Ah, I love it that you have a Yorkie companion as well. 🙂 Henry (also known as “ol hairy legs”) belonged to Carl, but the minute my 2 dogs and Henry met they were instant family. I now have “3 peas in a pod.” Small, medium and large. 🙂
  
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