Shovelling out

The arctic vortex is bearing down upon us once again here in the North. It is the penance we paid for our control of fire. This control has taken humankind to unnaturally cold quarters where we live imprisoned albeit comfortably by an invisible cage of winter weather. Despite the snow, chickadees are beginning to riot optimistically in the treetops. And as a disciple of the Chickadee, I too will proclaim an early spring, both physically and metaphorically. (Read More)