I remember that I am loved by my creator. I remember to love, and to allow myself to be that also. There are so many times and ways that I have forgotten this very knowing in my life. I forget when I do not stop long enough to look up at the stars at night. I remember when it is time to gather wood before the next snow fall. I remember as I stay warm by the fire. It’s a throw back to all the other times that I felt so cold. I appreciate the warmth now.
Now, as I look out the picture window watching the snow blanket the forest floor, I remember how blessed I am to be here now. Gratitude.