Finding Home in Montana

“What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.” Crowfoot, Native American warrior and orator

Spring Equinox

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03.20.13  Midpoint.  We are now between the sun’s lowest path across the sky and its highest come summer.  According to today’s Earth&Sky blog, “the tilt of the Earth’s axis and Earth’s orbit around the sun combine in such a way that the axis is inclined neither away from nor toward the sun.”

I swear I could feel that pause down at the lake this afternoon.  In between the rain squalls that rolled across the lake, there was a stillness, a profound quiet, in which I could imagine that midpoint when the Earth stops for just a moment in her orbit.  Of course, she is in ceaseless motion and the days of this equilibrium will quickly change.

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