which way will you turn ?

When  you are faced with an opportunity to turn, what will you do? Will you turn right? Will you turn left? Will you choose NOT turn? (I BEST not hear the clutch slipped and you began to and roll BACKWARDS!)
Whatever your choice, may it be with the firm conviction of the ‘still small voice’ and conviction that is solid and so very deep in your heart. May your choice be with the ‘know’ of the ‘knowing of the knowing’, where your decision was based final choice was based  on slowing down and you listened hard to the ‘still small voice’; or you sought the resources available to you each and every day, but sometimes ignored.
Maybe that still small voice encouraged you to step forward in the firm faith, knowing  who you are and what you believe in and why, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Maybe you turn because you know it is the ‘right’ thing to do. Maybe you don’t turn at all, but stop – because the door is closed, and you need to stop, too, to re-evaluate, knowing the door may not be closed forever, but certainly for now. Sometimes a ‘no’ or ‘slow down’ felt deep within is the wisdom you have gained through past experiences and wisdom gained, knowing that you need more training or resources; maybe the timing is not right – more groundwork needs to be laid before you feel the time is right to turn.
And if you doubt or are unsure? Seek out the Spirit within that has never (nor will ever) fail you. Until you are sure, keep moving forward, one step, one day at a time. Keep being sure and unafraid about the decision you have made.  As you travel, be sure to continue to be  attentive and obey the still small voice you were born with and that has exponentiall grown, as a seed in fertile and well maintained soil….the soil of YOU.
Closed doors often mean open windows later. So I ask: which way?

stop....look....listen....enjoy

How do you put in words the wonders of winter? Do you measure it by degrees in celcius or farenheit? Do you measure it by inches or centimeters? Do you measure it by how many times (or DAYS!) the power is off? How about by how high the snow and drifts are?
Do you measure it by the wonders you see each day – whether it is in minus 24 degrees or 93 mph winds, or the sun shining brightly, making the snow shimmer as if it were a field of diamonds? Do you measure it by the smiles as you see “Snowmagilla’s” pop up around town or snow forts with kids flinging snow balls back and forth? Do you measure the joy with a strike as you ice bowl or as you run across a frozen lake in an outhouse races – of course, there are heated outhouse seats for your fish house on said lake.
How do you measure, how do you put in words, how can you describe the silence that fills the air, snow drifting softly from the night sky, or the Northern lights as they dance, ebb and flow, framing the Talkeetna mountain tops, the colors changing moment by moment.
You don’t. You just stop what you are doing, to see what is truly important. You look up. You smile. You fill your heart to over-flowing so you can somehow, some way, share….by action, not words.