Im starting to notice a Pattern in the winters. When weather starts to settle into a cold sameness and a closed-in feeling of solid sets its feet, I start to look more closely at things and notice detail. Patchauli becomes a major part of my life at this time of year. Why? Because it smells like dirt and trees... a scent missing from my every day in the winter. The ground is frozen, I cannot reach the soil, so I substitute with memory. I go inside and use images and feeling to subsidize the lack of Tree-Talks, and Sun-Soaks. I know I could still go outside, but I seriously dislike the cold. Going outside to visit the Trees and Mother & Brother is a special treat and occasion in the Winter. Summer finds all windows open all the time, There is no separation at that time.