Letters Home #21 💌

Writing from: Banff Alberta

Dear Ones —

This morning, I gaze out the window by my desk and I can see sunlight illuminating sheer, rocky cliffs on which snow has clung to ledges and trees grow in impossible patches. It’s a springtime sun, the kind we notice because we’ve been longing for it during the dark days of winter. I can tell just by looking that it’s at least 10 degrees warmer in the sunlight. Later, I’ll stand in that warmth, face looking straight to the source (eyes closed, of course), to take in the Vitamin D my body has been lacking. It feels that much sweeter after months of shadow here on the mountainside.

In the past few weeks, I can feel myself living out something I’ve known to be true — that life unfolds in seasons. Some are teeming with life, growth and blooming; other seasons are quiet and filled with endings. The good news is, in that dormancy, we can still feel a pulse. Life goes on even when we can’t see it.

But it leaves me feeling listless and uncertain during those times when I can’t see w…