We are now in December. The winter solstice and the darkest day of the year is approaching quickly. I feel myself entering that space of deep contemplation, going within, seeing what seeds need nourishing and what seeds need to lay fallow for a time or forever.
I love the change of seasons. I feel them deeply in my being. I love that I visibly see them unfold before me in this New England landscape. It is a time to be quiet. I read more weighty books. Not the summer beach read but things that nourish some part hidden within my soul; something that makes me think. I pick up the needle point. I change what and how I'm cooking. I snuggle under the blankets and hibernate figuratively and literally.
For me the year is just beginning. It doesn't start with the traditional New Year and a flip of the calender. It is this time that sets the tone for the coming months. I am in a good place this year. I feel blessed and nourished. I feel ready to start on this year's journey - fed and whole. Yet, there is change lurking.
There is always change lurking. It is good.