The still, deep blue cold of winter speaks to me. Be not afraid.
Stepping outside, within seconds sends cutting chills instantly to the deepest parts of my bones.
But it speaks to me that there is hope beneath the frozen ground as biting winds send an intense shiver through my body.
It is there if I see with the heart of my spirit.
A promise of spring to return. A deep warmth to come again and warm my skin.
A trust and faith brought to the forefront again that my honeysuckle plant now dormant in the icy snow will show its glory of color this summer.
The fluttering and buzz of hummingbird airplanes not far off in the distant.
The quiet of winter to retreat.
To contemplate.
To dream.
To give thought to new ideas.
A call to my heart that I can always choose joy.
A quiet time to be one with me. To listen to the whispers of my soul.
To practice being.
To breathe in this moment.
Looking to the sun in the brilliant blue sky, outside my writing cottage window, I give thanks to all that is life.