Winter

Winter is my time of quiet and regeneration. It is a time to be silent and listen. To beautiful music, to the sounds of nature most clearly heard on an overcast day, to what the universe is trying to tell me. It is the time of year when I feel my soul relax and I am most connected with my true self. Something in me is drawn to the north, and this is felt most keenly in winter.

Winter is the reward for enduring summers in the southwest. It seems impossible that I will ever feel the cold again, and when it returns I savor it. Just as trees and plants have a dormant season, we also have a need for rest and quiet.

In the early morning, I see rising steam dancing on the water like the northern lights. I take in more clearly what I see around me. I love how the lower angle of the sun picks up the warm tones of the walls until noon, and gives the remaining leaves on the trees a glow that is only seen this time of year. No matter the outside temperature, this view of the trees makes me want to stay close to
the fire and tuck in. Every season has a gift, and winter’s gift is quiet.

What I’m listening to this winter: