A gathering of snowflakes.

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After the week we’ve had in PA, most of us are feeling pretty intimately acquainted with the weight and power of impossibly light, gentle snowflakes, gathered together.  As we’ve been mulling on the theme of Hope, it seemed timely to repost this story from a few years ago.

“Tell me the weight of a snowflake” a coalmouse asked a wild dove.

“Nothing more than nothing” was the answer. Continue reading A gathering of snowflakes.


(Reposted from Points of Inflection)

Courtesy Karl Bralich

High above Yosemite Valley, I’ve just descended to a set of rappel anchors – two bolts set in the rock, solid and secure but looking very small amid the shimmering granite extending above me, below me, to the left and to the right.

I get ready to lean back on the anchors and pull the rope to set up the next rappel. Before doing so, though, it’s always good practice to eyeball the system one last time, to make sure that the set-up is correct.

Time contracts. Bile rises. Then a long, slow exhale. Continue reading Disasterproof?