The snow is a lovely white blanket. Standing in the woods you can hear the quiet. Quiet is comfort. Quiet is rest. Quiet is the opposite of the compulsive din of daily life. The fire has so many irons, and we do not know which one is hot. Our souls become overloaded with expectations from others. Work hard then work harder they say. Our Government is fine until a new administration arrives and takes a wrecking ball to it. When asked why they respond with Orwellian Speak.

A Blue Bird scampered along the tree. He looked at me as if to say what are you doing out on such a cold day. I watched his revelry with interest. He knew what he was doing and why he was doing it. He was not burdened with the overthinking brain of humans who seek purpose amidst the chaos. Mr. Blue Jay knew why he was in the woods on a bitterly cold day.

A reset is needed. Perhaps we should unplug and then reconnect. Manic actions by leaders are a window into their minds. Retribution retaliation revenge is the weapon of petulant children.

Congress sat and mainly studied their iPhones. Some dozed as they were quite old. Others planned their next golf outing. A few flirted with their young interns. This too will pass…they said. We are rich and have need of nothing…the Prosperity Gospel has worked for us… The wall-size mirror was slowly rolled in front of the assembled wise men. Their reflection revealed that they were wretched, poor, blind, and naked.

The snow crunched underfoot. Mr. Blue Jay flew around the old man’s head. ‘I like you,’ Mr. Blue Jay said to the old man. ‘You have a settled spirit, Mr. Blue Jay continued. ‘We hear of the strife confusion and frenetic actions in your world…it is good to see it has not affected you,’ Mr. Blue Jay assured. ‘We Woods Dwellers are preparing for the coming apocalypse…there is an ill wind blowing,’ Mr. Blue Jay noted…