Wrapped in a Cocoon

January 25, 2026

Sunrise, January 22, 2026

This weekend, I feel like I want to be wrapped in a cocoon formed from the heartbeat of the earth and the love of the universe. I want to be held and nurtured in a place where beauty speaks for itself, and very few words are required. I want to rock the scared parts of myself and reassure them that even though I don’t know how, everything will be alright.

I’m going to honor that impulse, that desire, that deep longing by making this a post where beauty does most of the talking. Enjoy the quiet.

The still point.

The silent messenger.

Sunrise, January 17, 2026 - cuddled in pink.

The tree sways quietly in the wind.

Protected from the cold. (song sparrow)

Enjoying the shadow. (dark-eyed junco)

A moment to pause. (downy woodpecker)

A slow-moving elephant.

Grebe swims quietly across in the calm of morning.

Seeds, patiently waiting.

The thin ice makes everything still. Sunrise, January 20, 2026

A quiet landing. (ring-billed gull)

A moment to just be. (bluebird)

Doorway to a quiet cave.

The ice will melt, one drop at a time. This is what light does.

May you find a still place where you can sense what is really true beneath all the noise.