It’s a cold Colorado morning. Temperatures hovering in the teens give pause
for extra thought and care before one ventures out for the day. However, as I
sit here in the wee morning hours, sipping on a cup of coffee, warm and cozy, I
recognize there are still secrets to unravel from the lessons of Winter.
There’s a certain amount of magnificence within the cold and
snowy landscape. It’s a gentle nudge
from Nature to slow down, to look within, and to allow ones inner growth,
creativity and passions to percolate just a little longer, insulated and safe...but
gathering steam nonetheless.
I've been amazed by
how peaceful it is to watch the falling snow and to embrace the space between
the snowflakes. There is beauty to behold from the snow gathering on the
treetops-insulating the bare vulnerable branches. It feels like Mother Nature’s
intent supports hibernation and reflection….which without a doubt will lead to
the promise of spring. New growth within those trees is already awakening,
getting ready to burst out with new possibilities and a fullness of spirit.
Our inner essence is much the same, I believe. In those
sacred times of reflection…when we heed the soft whispers offered by Nature, it
allows that which has been simmering the space from which to emerge.
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