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Light

“When the world seems dark, be the light.”

Evening in Mongolia. Mongolia, somewhere outside of Ulaanbaatar

Many wise people have shared this sentiment in many wise ways. Sometimes it can be hard to find light within ourselves, but I believe light can be found if we share.

 

Share Joy.

Happy To See You. Mongolia, Uvurhangai Province

 

 

 

Share Beauty.

Dusk. Mongolia, Selenge Province

 

 

 

Share Peace.

Quiet. Mongolia, Selenge Province

 

 

 

Share Life.

Mooving Along. Mongolia, Selenge Province

 

 

 

Share Light.

 

Rainbows and Visions. Mongolia, Uvurhangai Province

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Beauty from Chaos

All through the night, icy winds blew. Snow was cast to the ground then whisked back into the air; gales stripped the world of its warmth. Inside the house, lights flickered as forces of nature riotously clashed outside.

Sometime around dawn, the riot stopped. The wind blew itself away, leaving an eerie silence in its wake. The morning sun shone brightly on the pebbly ice and snow covered landscape. In the chaos of nature a beautiful scene was created.

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In the Bleak Midwinter…

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Rainy- Day Ridiculousness

Expectation when going outside in the rain to look for your cats and feed the rabbits: heroically rescuing the three cold, wet, and scared felines and coming back inside dry because, you know, you are the one wearing a rain-proof jacket.

Reality: Come inside looking like a drowned rat you’re so wet, meanwhile the cats, one of whom was out in the middle of a field during the worst of the rain, are perfectly content with life and as dry as if they just hoped out of a dryer.

The inherent dangers and complete stupidity of standing in lightning-filled rain looking for a cat were apparent, it was a thought that did pass through the mind. However, it could not compete with an image of a soaked and shivering grey and white tabby crouching, terrified somewhere in a field, and was consequently ignored. Unfortunately the mind  was not the most astute in this moment,leaving the savior soaked, while the cat remained safe and dry in its hiding place.

Ting Time – Blizzard Tomfoolery

Poor Ting. The rabbit house is being battered by yet another blizzard. So far the storm has consisted of high winds, rather than large quantities of snow. Ting, who did not realize just how windy it was, ran out of the rabbit house, where he lives, and straight into the wind. He was then lovingly escorted back to the warmth and safety of the rabbit house. After this tomfoolery, Ting decided it was wiser to sit in a pile of hay directly under the heat lamp, than to venture outside in a blizzard.

Ting Time – Play with Me

 

I love the fresh fallen snow. So pristine, soft and beautiful; all I want to do is run outside and make snow angels. Ting feels much the same way. Although he doesn’t know how to make snow angels, he does like to romp beside me while I make them. Sadly as the sun returns, the snow becomes slushy, then muddy and neither one of us wants to be outside.

Ting, an outdoor cat, has taken to climbing the office window screen to observe the activities within the house.  I can almost hear him ask, “Can I come in to play, if you aren’t going to come out today?”

The Wind is a Sculptor

The wind outside blew for two days. Swirling the snow, forming large drifts, changing the landscape hour by hour; the wind was a sculptor.

I’m not a fan of this sculptor.

The wind and continual snowfall rearranged the drifts so many times yesterday, I felt like the shoveling would never end.   You can imagine my relief when I woke up this morning to see the wind had blown itself out.  The snow had stopped falling and the sun was shining.

I was less relieved however, to see the waist high drifts of snow beautifully sparkling in front of my rabbit house door.  So donning my sunglasses to prevent snow blindness, I bravely hoisted my shovel and ventured out into the drifts.

Imagine my horror when I discovered that the drifts in front of the rabbit house were minuscule compared to the vast sprawl of drift blocking the chicken pen.

I have taken a moment from my shoveling to share this post.  Wish me luck as I head back outside!