AS THE SUN came up this morning, a beautiful mackerel sky, so named because of the clouds’resemblance to the scales of a fish. It is an ancient seafarer’s term, dating back to at least 1667. I always love to see this wavy, rippling formation. The clouds are actually cirrocumulus or altocumulus, and can indicate that a change in the weather
AS A WILDERNESS GUIDE, I have known many a storm. They are frightening and unpredictable, and often leave destruction in their wake. But after the passing of the storm—in spite of a changed perspective, or perhaps because of it—there is once more beauty to be found. Once more the sun rises. And once more there is a new day.
A NEW YEAR. Full of new days. Filled with sunrises as well as sunsets. Light as well as darkness. A world full of subtlety and mystery and unanticipated blessings, as much as difficulty and unfairness and loss. It is possible to be grateful for the light and the beauty and the possibilities, while summoning strength for battles and challenges ahead.