A midst deepening snow, a slow cold light flickers and grows steady, returning hope. I have grown to love January. Its cold is unpredictable, with often the warmest days of winter contained within. Always steady in its commitment to start anew, to grow light and to give a brief farmer-respite from hard labor, tedious tasks and time sensitive pushes. With crazy, holy December behind and February holding spring just ahead, January sits in balance between yesterday and tomorrow, between wishes and reality. January dreams deeply and awakens, bringing our darkest secrets to strengthening light.
January. . . Bringing
forth needed changes to growing light, pauses---- waiting, waiting, waiting to
see what emerges
.