I think of bears hibernating when winter comes to mind. Everybody does. Everybody who knows about bears anyway. During winter, the two Chihuahuas who live with me, Ruby and Spirit, sleep all day on the bed. Kasha, the German Shepherd, sleeps on the couch. Animal dreams. It seems the earth fills with animal dreams in winter. Quiet time some call it. While working in the studio during winter, I don’t listen to music or tune in National Public Radio like I usually do in the spring, summer and fall. Still, the sounds of the brush running across the canvas, my feet on the floor, dogs snoring, and the gas heater rumbling in turn fills the air. In December I did one of my favorite things, travel west. Almost three years passed since I last saw the Pacific ocean. There is a life perspective, a humbleness, I find watching the water and the land come together. I try to hold on to the essence of that perspective when I am in the mountains of New Mexico. I stacked three stones from the beach and placed them near where I sleep. I invite my night dreams and day dreams to run seamless. It’s better than hope, it’s promise.