Deep in winter. What are the gifts waiting, latent in these slow days?
What is the purpose of being here?
How can we move into the sacred ground of winter?
And not just wait for springtime?
Walk. Breathe. Pray. Love.
This seems to be a beautiful way in.
A remembrance of hope.
There are many subtle beauties lying in the cold, layered days.
Grace. Reflection. The power of Being. The power of Receiving.
Perhaps you can move a little more slowly through your winter days?
Not rush too quickly to springtime.
Allow your joys and sorrows to weave together into a beautiful sky.
Notice how hope reignites within the dark nights.