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Moon rise, Groundhog night. The lake is frozen. Our lodge is just a few yards from the lake. Those are ancient hills in the distance, which have antediluvian mountain memories. Trees are barren, but hopeful. The wind is still; the air is dry and brittle. I balance my camera on a rail post at the edge of the deck, trying to capture the moon.

Pam had seen the moon first. She challenged me to try to capture it. Not just for her, but for the group. For all of us gathered in the goddess' name. For all of us gathered to honor the sky father, earth mother, soul sister, heart brother.

Here it is, groundhog moon. This is when the groundhog truly hunts; she has no need of the bold sun. More for her is the subtle moon. I could only share her moon. I confess it was patience and perseverence, not subtly, which snared me this moon.

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We began our weekend retreat with a walk through the snow.

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This is the official photo from a "Guitar Weekend" I went to in November of last year. It was a sort of birthday present I gave myself. I'm seated at the right end of the front row. Visitors from my regular blog (Love During Wartime) might recognize my snap-brim cap.

It was a refreshing time. At minimum, taking a day off from work did me a lot of good. Certainly should consider doing more of that this coming year.

Speaking of breaks, I will be out of pocket Saturday and Sunday. Whether I post a single "wrap-up" entry, or a separate entry for each day, remains to be seen. I am going to a "Nurturing Weekend" at the same place pictured here. The weekend is sponsored by the Episcopal Diocese for Sunday School teachers from around Okla.

I expect to come back with at least a few photographs.