Winter

Yes, it is upon us, the short, gray, cold and slippery days of winter, I love them.  Our lives parallel nature, congruent with all its magnificent beauty and stark contrasts, we are the same.  We begin our calendar year in the interior of our homes, close to all that is reflective of our lives and memories.  Nature too has retreated from the naked eye; although, there is much work in progress in her resounding silence.  I too am healing, through quiet introspection, going deeper and getting nourishment from all I know to be true.  The winter season is all in preparation of spring, so I may grow further and stronger than last season.  I am well aware of the necessity of stillness, before growth and contemplative assessment of my path.

Take winter on with the knowing of the strength that lies dormant in its silence.  Do not curse the cold or short gray days, and bring it on I say!  Let me feel the crisp cold air through my nostrils and see my breath in exhale.  It is difficult to not feel alive when the wind lashes at your cheek.  I then relish in the sharing of the coziness of home and the comfort of hot soup.  It is with clarity that I emerge from my den, ready to embark on a new journey, pockets stuffed with knowledge brought forth through my contemplative hibernation.  Live in gratefulness for the season of the foundation of all new growth.