Walking on a tree-lined road in crisp sun,
In mitts, a toque and shiny sunglasses.
Watching water run off the icy hills into reflective streams
outside warm, whitewashed farmhouses in sloping fields.
Music plays in the main hall,
women and men of all ages in a circle, guided to move
freely and without hesitation or inhibition, with open hearts
and loving smiles.
Eating the freshest food, with mindful awareness
of the types of nourishment required by the body –
both material and intangible.
Relaxing on a big, pillowed sofa in the sun,
dreaming of what’s to come and appreciating what has come to pass.
…and it is finally published.