It’s coming, the time of naked trees, of shrub skeletons. What can I remember that softens the cut of the wind or the layered challenge of coming cold? I am drawn to breathe in the song of this time.
I start by noticing the grace of leafless branches, visible now that gaudy leaves and flowers are fallen. There is a composition in light and dark that I can see more readily now – fewer distractions.
Good. Welcome darkness, welcome cold, welcome winter. May we find chances to reflect and connect, to reach out to the natural world and to the blessed people who surround us, known and unknown.
May this be a time of growth and warmth and celebration.
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