Winter is meant for contemplation. Not to do but to undo. Let the pot cook the supper; let the leaves protect the shoots; let the halo moon light the night and the chill air clear the sight.
As the wilderness tucks in, so should we.
Midwinter doldrums can't survive the Peace on Earth that comes at Christmastide and stays for the year. Winter blues disappear when we embrace the annual rhythm of doing less and being more.
So welcome the pause, love the long nights, fill your heart not your calendar. Bathe the children, light the candles, climb from a fragrant hot tub into the softest of bedclothes. Settle all under magic duvets where our body temperatures never dip below 98.6ᐤ. This is winter keeping.
The riot of Spring will come soon enough.
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