Saturday, March 29, 2025, 25.7*
Snow penetrates each barrier. In seconds we are wearing soaked coats as the three make their way down the ramp. I retreat to the warmth of the kitchen, boots holding onto wet deposit clumps sliding as I step. An assembled line of drying begins as the three return one-by-one wanting me to take the white they’ve brought in; the white now disappearing into the over-sized beach towel. Ruger comes back from the sofa wanting to be rubbed down again while Zsolt turns in circles trying to clear his vision of the gray and white striped towel. They gather in the kitchen in anticipation of a morning biscuit selected from the galvanized tin stamped “bread”; it is bread for them.
The three sleep, I type. I watch the stillness, the candle flame in the window, the wild outside. Not many would want to live in this hollow with broken trees, with cast down limbs amidst the evergreens and tall oaks bearing witness to the whims of weather. It is not polished nor grand not as simple as it could be there are still too many things too much clutter. If I had not brought these things with me, would I have missed them? It takes time to sift through a life it takes time to know when it’s alright to let things go. Snow falls faster now.
Speaking to the people, he went on,
“Take care! Protect yourself
against the least bit of greed.
Life is not defined by what you have,
even when you have a lot.”
Luke 12:15 The Message
Photo: LJ Austin
