Winter Light
Donna Watson
During the winter months, do you stop and look at the tangles of roots, dead
leaves and stems, dead weeds… as they twist around each other? Do you see the leaf skeletons, and the dead flowers that have dried to powder and are now
dust on the ground? Seed pods have also dropped onto the ground and are invisible to our eyes. Deep into the brown sleeping dirt these seed pods rest, waiting. The earth sleeps in this darkness, knowing that the seasons change every year. Even in darkest winter, radiant things are bursting forth in the darkest places of the hidden world. Darkness turns toward the light. Renewal and spring will soon come again. There is magic happening underground, as nature is preparing for a new cycle…renewal that is rekindling hope, seeking new inspiration and new beginning….
winter light.
leaves and stems, dead weeds… as they twist around each other? Do you see the leaf skeletons, and the dead flowers that have dried to powder and are now
dust on the ground? Seed pods have also dropped onto the ground and are invisible to our eyes. Deep into the brown sleeping dirt these seed pods rest, waiting. The earth sleeps in this darkness, knowing that the seasons change every year. Even in darkest winter, radiant things are bursting forth in the darkest places of the hidden world. Darkness turns toward the light. Renewal and spring will soon come again. There is magic happening underground, as nature is preparing for a new cycle…renewal that is rekindling hope, seeking new inspiration and new beginning….
winter light.