The children and I headed off for a walk this morning with Monty Dog. He was disobedient as ever but I suppose he must have a joyful heart to skip so merrily in the sand. And there's something reassuring about a belly giggle from the small girl as she decides to build a sandcastle with her brother on this mid winter day. I didn't join in, I was too mesmerized by the bleak grey and winter scene unfolding before my eyes, and if the truth by told, a little numbed by the cold. There are eagles here. They sit silent and watchful, but their unique call always gives them away, and sometimes I am lucky to have one swoop by, almost in slow motion, but passing so close that I can look in to his shiny black eye, as he looks in to me.
My thoughts are a long way away, maybe on the distant shores of home, not on the nearby shores of this riverbank.
I long for fresh starts at the start of the fresh year. Can a heart really be transformed, and can a fresh start really be given daily? I wonder about these things, and I wonder what the year ahead will bring.
In the unrest, upheaval and unknown of today, the snow starts to fall and gleeful feet jog homeward.