Seasonal shifts

Shortest day of the year. Darkest day of the year. December 21, 2010. Winter began.

Winter blew in officially, and literally. The winds and cold have quickly made themselves at home, making claim to this time, this season, this space, whether I am ready for it or not. I, in response, have longed to curl up in coziness. To turn inward, and rest, and rest, and rest some more. What is that piercing sound awakening me morning after morning? Listen, instead, to this clock, the clock of the seasons. Time now for slumber and rejuvenation. Time now for quiet. The quiet of the snows covering the busyness of life, of constant doing and going and going. The icing of the flows of thoughts and actions. Still. Be still. Be.