As I contemplate the Spirit of the North, the place of winter, of stillness, the place that can feel heavy to some, I reach for another jumper and come to my meditation space.
The space where I light a candle and then sit still letting go of my desire to keep doing. It’s so addictive that doing cycle. However, for now, I’ve remembered this loving act for myself, to come, sit, and be still.
This gateway on the wheel of the year brings the falling away of leaves, a dread, a wonder, it brings a chance for me to contemplate what has been traversed and gathered in the past year since I was last in Winter.
It gives me a chance to glean the wisdom I’ve gotten, to let it all sink it. Nothing to change, just to be a witness of these times gone by and reflect.
I came across a writing I must have done - one winter - I don’t remember writing it and maybe I’ve shared it before but it deserves to be shared again. Maybe some words will light something up in you.
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