I remembered that one of my favorite things in the winter is being outside to see the sun rise. Because my spirit has been flagging recently, K and I have hustled out the door on the past two mornings to experience that magical moment when the sun peeks over the rocky peaks to our east.
By getting outside for sunrise and finding time to track our bears, I've lifted myself out of the trough that I'd fallen into. I'm also starting to see bear tracks when I close my eyes (the bear had walked toward the camera in the photo below, using the familiar pigeon-toed gait). Do what you love. Love what you do.