Glistening pure white crystal drifts. A familiar song of the red bird in the thicket, inviting and melodic. Crunching echoes of footsteps, leaving a memory along the trail. Low sunset glowing in a haze, warming the heart. Joyful and free laughter of children sledding on the side hill. Awakening to the crisp moment, a vision of silence the wind clear and crisp. I am the winter walk and the winter walk is me.
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I am a wife, mother and a pediatric occupational therapist for almost 20 years. My great hope is that this blog will be a guide for anyone seeking refuge from life's difficulties. It is a distillation of my life experience, profession and whole hearted search for peace. I wish you a wonderful and joyful journey! View all posts by One True Breath