After a few years in hiding, the birch fairy appeared again and I was inspired to finish her. Ok, well you never know, there may be a few additional touches that will be added, if they appear to me in a vision. But for now, she is now gracing the holiday tree at the MN Landscape Arboretum.
Just within 3-4 hours, this transformation took place. Can't wait to see what's next.
revised from 4.24.2018
The flash of that snowy night only 10 days ago foreshadowed the greenish grays of the crackled marblelized ice around the dock. Even a heavy snow in April can't stop spring.
Just a few days ago, a fat little muskrat was balled up on the ice fishing, occasionally sticking its head down in the ice hole or slipping in and then out of the hole to eat its catch - a flash of yellow, so I presume a sunny was on the lunch menu.
Then yesterday was my silent tradition of burning last year's palm and burying them in my garden. It only seems appropriate that they nuture the new life promised in the seeds of beets, carrots, radishes, and onions.
Once again though, the fickle Mother Nature appears with a refreshing cold blast of air that hits my face as I near the lake on my morning run.
Well the 100 days officially ended on 4/30/18. I missed one day and had one day when I only wrote a few sentences because I was sick. So my 100 days ended on 5/2/18.
5.7.2018
When I first envisioned this 100 Day Project, I envisioned Mirrored Light as something quite different than what it turned out to be. I wasn't clear if it would be solely a writing journey or one of combined writing and some loose art. I thought I'd find a quaint writing desk near a window at the library or home and that would be my creative home for these 100 days. That didn't happen. It ended up that the couch at 10:30 at night or the drivers seat in my car became the most frequent "creative desks". I also assumed Mirrored Light would be in inception of light dancing in the open waters of Spring. But that wasn't in the plan either, as the ice just went out on Lake Minnetonka two days ago (tying the latest ice out date oon record from 1857). Instead, I discovered my Mirrored Light was the beautiful blue light of the winter season. And that was enough.
The stars are out tonight, sparkling like gems in the black sky. I just took the garbage out and that is always a job I really don't mind. In fact, I look forward to it. It's always quiet out and its a time I get to enjoy the views of the night. The black pines against the night sky with stars twinkling beyond. Sometimes, a vision of the moon. And below, the ground is covered with a blanket of white, blushed in blue.
While writing each day is difficult, perhaps this discipline is teaching me to enjoy the beauty of winter. The darkness brings rest and a different kind of light. The mirrored light of winter. The mirrored light of the night.
I began my third 100 Day Project two weeks ago tomorrow. It has been a challenging one. I have taken on a writing project. So I will try to post something every 10 days or so.
So I walked into our Master Bath tonight and looked up through the skylight to a night shaded sky with clouds moving past. I watched them for a moment and then attempted to take a photo of the framed view. It was just a small rectangular view of the cloud formations that were shifting before my eyes. I wasn't seeing the whole sky or even the moon - just a small portion of a few clouds lit by the moon.
The shots I took didn't turn out, but I suppose those moments with the clouds are trying to teach me that I don't always need to see the big picture. Maybe just seeing a segment is just as beautiful.
I didn't realize the appropriateness of this song when I chose the verse for our Christmas card for this year. It was only recently that I discovered that this song was written in 1962 during the Cuban Missile Crisis. The lyrics were written by Noel Regney, who had fought in WW II and was full of despair over the prospect of nuclear war with the Soviet Union. He was walking through the streets of New York when he saw two mothers with infants in strollers looking sweetly at each other. His mood turned from despair to hope as he gazed upon these two little ones and his thoughts turned to babies & lambs. By the time he arrived home, he had the lyrics for this iconic Christmas song in his head. 
