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Wolf In Wool is finally available on your favorite podcasting platforms. Happy to have you reading, and it’s a superior way to be in my head. But sometimes, it’s fun to listen too.

I’ll still include a link so you can listen here if you prefer the simplicity of wolfinwool.

In either case. Thank you and happy to have you on my journey.

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Winter touches us in ways that hands never could.

Oh, glory be, my quick-silver, coffee-kissed one.

May the wild pulse of nature hold you upright against the leaning weight of the home world— Remind you how alive your body is.

As winter’s tongue traces your skin, trailing prickled flesh, let its breath reveal hidden truth— that life is a trembling spark, a moment of heat, a brief astonishment melting in the palm faster than we can grasp.

So gather your moments. Let Geneva’s hush and stone and snowfall re-enchant you, re-make you, undo you a little as it fills you with that hungry awe you carry in your breast.

It will wash through and out of you swirling and twisting in glorious celebration of your existence.

And when you walk the ancient streets, newly veiled with unsullied snow— slow yourself. Let the air press close. Let the silence learn the shape of you.

Listen.

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Let the wind speak in magnetic sighs and slow exhales of revelation. Feel its inevitable pull toward ecstasy.

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Wonder at the path cut in the pure white and marvel that it is yours:

Wysteria—

lover of ink and cadenced breath, synesthetic daughter of song, ember-hearted pilgrim, friend of the God who threads worth through the world like light through needles of fir.

How many hours, how many small mercies and thresholds, have brought you to this weary, glorious morning?

Turn— and see how the path ahead is still unbroken snow, unscripted, waiting for the architecture of your next footfall.

See how possibility follows you like a quiet animal,—— who knows your scent, faithful and unseen.

Say a prayer, for the God of all comfort walks beside you, reading the radiance you keep hidden.

And know this:

You carry in your bosom the seedlight of nations— future souls who will one day call you mother, and bless you for teaching them how to love the Creator as you do: steadily, brightly, with an unquenchable flame.

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