Mietzke's Holden Adventure

I love to crawl into bed with Dave after we have built the fire high in the stove and the house is warm. I love to crawl under the covers in our room and pull them up around my ears. I have been opening the curtains in our room at night while we have had clear skies and a bright moon. I love to look out from my comfy warm spot in the covers, out into the cold blue night and watch the shadows of trees on the snow. It is so peaceful and there is stillness in that view that sets itself into my slumber easing me into my other world and bidding me good rest.
What a contrast to Tacoma where I was lulled to sleep by the sound of a freeway and awakened often by shouts and sirens. I can hardly even explain the kind of stillness that these winter nights provide. The only sounds the crackling of the fire and gentle sounds of sleepy breath. My nighttime fears have subsided in my mountain home. The stillness is comforting and sinks deep within me while I sleep within sight of the shadows on the snow.
The water from our kitchen faucet is so cold that it hurts your teeth when you drink from it. Walking in our kitchen is generally a cold experience. It is worth standing on the icy floor when you know that candied popped corn is your reward, and you hear the popping in the pan begin in earnest, suddenly cold toes don’t matter so much any more. Any minute it will be time to eat buttery goodness.

A Taste of Moony Madness

The moon is hanging in the sky like a half eaten apple set on display.
The curve of its body, perfect round ripeness.
Save for the bite that someone has already taken devouring this scrumptious tidbit, and leaving the rest to tempt us from the sky.
Get your ladder and reach if you can for this morsel of wisdom and light which makes moon shadows dance on the forest floor.
Reach if you can for the savory taste of truth that is just inches from your heart and miles from your hand.
But know that if you grasp this beauty,
If you hold her for even a moment your life will be changed forever.
No one can taste the sweetness of God without going moony