Winter draws me back behind its veil. I’ve been tripping about, exclaiming at signs of spring, but not today. One step forward, one step back is the transition dance right now. I draw back from driving through the traffic to yoga, and instead wander... Walking in the rain again, having told myself before I set out that I’ll be glad I made the effort. It’s late afternoon and the grey day has begun to bite. But I’m looking for signs of spring these days, and what should I find but a glorious magnolia... Kawakawa is coming into flower, putting up its little green candles. Underneath, jonquils stand tall, breathing out heavenly fragrance. Snowdrops are displaying their little white skirts.I perk up. I am starting to believe in spring. Even on a grey wintry day, subtle shimmers of light break through the clouds. I drove to the dentist, feeling a little wan, and who should I discover in the waiting room but an old friend. I had just connected with her on ‘Linked In’ the day before! After... The wood fire brings such good cheer to the bach as heavy rain drums on the roof. The walls warm up and the whole room turns toasty. When I tried photographing the flames, to my surprise, many of the photos displayed faces. I remember as a child seeing faces and... Serious rain began to fall as I left town, but sometimes it’s best to confront the weather and not hide from it. Out at the bach, I stepped out undaunted under my big umbrella, into the rain. After about ten minutes, a sudden sun break delivered sparkling... As I walked down the road towards home, I stopped in front of an old house. There on the street someone had placed a box of grapefruit fresh from the tree – free for the taking. I took one and put it in my pocket, feeling I was carrying the sun.What a bright... I returned home after a day’s meditation retreat, just on evening. The sky and sea had turned an intense pink, contrasting with the green that was still held in the nearby trees. Such serene beauty in the outer world! It matched perfectly where I had been in the... After much dreary rain, Auckland is sparkling. I walked along the waterfront with my friend, while yachts appeared from nowhere, tilting and gliding, waiting for wind. The air is still and the sun warm.It’s one ‘out of the box’, as the saying goes,... Each tree blows differently in the easterly. The flame tree shivers its twiggy cage while the trunk remains unmoved. The pohutukawas heave their bushy heads, tossing to and fro as if wanting to break free. The cypress is a slender woman pulling her shawl in more... Winter tells the truth: no window dressing. I see that the path I was about to take is not the way to go; the path I was refusing is where I need to answer the call.