tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post7376135957817334750..comments2012-01-17T17:16:59.930-05:00kerrdelunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09779897207670867347noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-85976519387052082782012-01-17T17:16:59.930-05:002012-01-17T17:16:59.930-05:00I love the meaning of your Inuit word: Qarrtsiluni. It conjures beautiful contemplations of the deep winter hush now falling on my northern Michigan hills.<br /><br />Thank you. I learn something new each time I visit you here, Cate. You are a blessing.Aislinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00582731584317660272noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-82229095426160329482012-01-17T16:06:30.607-05:002012-01-17T16:06:30.607-05:00Indeed, ski tracks into the woods... I had snowshoes on my back though - they are better for moving off trail and among the trees.kerrdelunehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09779897207670867347noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-79878434044746014612012-01-17T12:37:55.577-05:002012-01-17T12:37:55.577-05:00Another cranky contemplative?! Yeay... :)<br /><br />Hibernating, being still, waiting for that still small voice, the muse - even though evidently not by choice... And yet, you bring back such inspiration from your treks in the woods to delight us all...<br /><br />Are those cross country ski tracks?Mystic Meanderinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09746429719911446865noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15897842.post-9807979709172689822012-01-17T10:38:33.181-05:002012-01-17T10:38:33.181-05:00I would love to be sitting by your fire, crouched over a cup of tea, preparing to bundle up and head out into the woods with the crone. :)Angiehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10386388066709376768noreply@blogger.com