This morning I left the house as the crescent moon crowned the sky. It has been some time since I’ve embraced the blue hour and I was reminded of just how beautiful the wintertime can be - pearlescent and quiet. The bare oak trees were standing majestically in empty fields, the icy January winds howling around their trunks, promising an afternoon of snow.
Mid-winter brings us to the very edges of ourselves. Just like the pine, the owl and the fox, it is in this season that we find strength in our courage. We are reminded that we can weather midnight storms and trust in our roots. Under winter’s starry blanket, we can witness the rawness of our inner landscapes, listen to buried stories, those longing to be shared, and shake our bones bare, creating space for coming rebirth.
“We have seasons when we flourish…
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