Not long ago I read about the seasons and how it affects each of us. Autumn was to be my time of awakening, just like spring brings the awakening of the earth. As I read the post I realized how true this is and how I come alive each year to a landscape filled with brilliant colors and the air takes on a slight chill. It brings a connection within I cannot explain but only anticipate and welcome.
Now that Autumn is fading and the whisper of Winter is in the air, I find myself retreating to this place, my Winter garden. It is not often I look forward to the cold and snow, but for some reason this year is different. I am awash with memories and at times almost overcome with emotion. It is much like the first time I found my way to a different path and now I seem to be finding my way back again.
My words are returning, not only the words for thought, but the ability to bring them to the page. It has been a slow long journey, one which required me to make peace with past events and people and move forward away from them. It has also brought a deeper understanding of myself, though I still have a long way to go.
To a Winter place I go, a place of magic, cold and snow. My refuge, my land of sparkling lights and frost covered windows. Here is will stay, at least for a while, gathering my thoughts, sharing some of them here and taking time to discover the next turn in my path.