It's Lent.

In a traditional world I would be addressing the traditional practices of sacrifice and introspection. 

Not this year.  I've had a change of heart in regards to Lent and this year my body is treating me so badly that fasting has been imposed without any vote from me. So, I choose to focus on light and peace, to find small bits of joyous comfort around me daily.

This wonderful photograph, shot by a dear friend in the far north, appeared in my path today.  It spoke to me of her, and the memories I have of her and her family. It spoke to me of comfort, silence, solitude, and peace.

So I took artistic license with it and played a wee bit. The result comforts me on many levels. It reminds me that home is where the heart is, that home is your heart. So, thank you, Ann, for sharing this bit of tranquility in a rocky world.  Tomorrow I shall look for another small sign of joy and comfort - my Lenten discipline.

Pink house,

White snow,

Warm shawl of cold.

BLD

(Photo by Ann, manipulation & words, Barb)