I have a love-hate relationship with Winter. As much as it offers time for contemplation and slowness, it’s also not something that fits into the world today. The world is a constant rush, and lately it feels as if everything and everyone is in a state of craziness. In truth, my soul craves what the Earth is calling us to do; it craves the slowness and the introspection. I want to roam the forest, feel the breeze on my face, breathe in the musky scent of the earth, and observe the little things. I’ve been feeling it for a while now. I feel something brewing in my soul, waiting to be born like the Snowdrops in January – they are there, ready to be born, it’s little head poking out of the barely unfrozen ground. The expectation is half the journey and the other half for now will have to be my own study and return to slowness when possible. It will have to be through meditation, photography, and connection with what will be on a different level.
For now the photos will have to suffice, but hopefully what is waiting to be born, shows itself quicky. Let’s see what this year will bring.
Until next time,
Pia
