Deep peace of the quiet earth to you. 

Ample, generous light.

January 30, 2018

 

The thing about winter is that everything is obvious, everything is laid out and bare and you can't really turn away from it, give it the cold (ha ha) shoulder. The thing, too, about winter is the light. The light--there is no other season with light like this, no other season when the light lies low on the horizon, just touching it all long enough to expose what must be dealt with, completed, or stored before tucking itself away, giving us ample time to rest up for the next cycle of rising and setting. 

 

It's both gentle and stark--a tough-love sort of season that urges us to work now because soon the distractions will be all too many and all too much for us to focus on ourselves, on our healing, on our deeper needs, and on a landscape that is such a relief in its lack of pretension, its lack of pretending, and its unapologetic authenticity.

 

 

 

 

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