Yes, twelve hours later and it is still snowing in Portland town… It has been such a long journey into this good night shared in beautiful company – so many angels on the road today – thank you…

Today’s sand painting begins in gray and brightens in communion with another pilgrim. The promised snow begins to fall calling me to tend to my wheels which becomes quite a waiting game in the filled to overflowing rest stop. The falling water crystals command our attention hour after hour after hour transporting us into a new world where outer mirrors inner…

May we all embrace the quiet peace of snow falling gently…