This morning, early, I found a mermaid floating exquisitely in the grasses under the ice of the river’s wetlands. I went for a walk in the woods and it was an enchanting. There is no snow in this cold to blanket this world and there is so much to see. I glide on the glass surface looking for the images that want to tell me stories. I cannot touch or reach this mermaid, except with my eyes, and because I have gone into this quiet, solitary place, I have seen her, she exists, for me, and I’m lucky, and astonished, and grateful.

Tonight, after leading two workshops, a morning, an evening, after all the prompting and writing and processing and richness of storytelling and – and conflict – I come home to this place of my own, and these images from my walk are so dreamy and nourishing and elevating. I spontaneously named this image, this morning, “Nestling.” Now, it’s time for me to nestle.

nestle

verb

to lie close and snug, like a bird in a nest; snuggle or cuddle.

to lie or be located in a sheltered spot; be naturally or pleasantly situated