February begins to slip away as night falls and we can feel the tug of winter, grasping and holding on to us. Perhaps some snow or ice? Persephone is still underground. Demeter is waiting, anxiously pacing the stiff earth and sear countryside.
Now we are in Lent. Regardless of one's religious bent, Lent can offer us a time to reflect and notice the small still voice that whispers through the pines.
let the lions pace, as long as later lambs spring!
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