That's how I felt when I went hiking this week in 17 degree weather. I had been on this trail before in the spring, along the Great Falls of Potomac River, and it was incredibly different this time.
Quiet. Still. Stark. Asleep.
The water was still flowing in places but so slowly...almost in a trance. The trees seemed to be sleeping. Ice on rocks and in hidden crevices. No one around. It felt like we had stumbled on a sacred place to be left untouched for a period of time.
Do not disturb. Do not go gentle into that good night. Hushhhhhhh...
I realized in that moment, I love the winter. Year after year, I talk about the dread of winter and yet, I yearn for its time.
A time to slow down...to hibernate...to reflect inward.
To assess....Where am I? Where was I? Where am I going?
Pondering the seasons of life.
How we go from hardship to ease...good times to bad times...constriction to expansion.
Days of feeling alone, confused, and sad lead to days of love, clarity and contentment.
Bearing the truth that nothing is permanent.
Every season has its reason.
The leaves fall away Bare. Naked. Vulnerable. Shedding the layers of complexity so we only see the core. No where to hide from the reality. Hibernating. Waiting. Only one way to go - inwards.
making way for
Blossoming with fresh leaves and fruits. Creating from nothing. Growing up towards the light in full glory. Alive. Abundant. Anew.
Night makes way for the day.
Reflection makes way for inspiration.
Letting go of something we knew, makes way for something new.
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