The Winter Solstice marks the longest night of the year. Leaves no longer rustle in the wind, they lie on the ground. When the wind whooshes, barren branches sway and bend. Trees may groan and snap, but they don’t rustle in winter. Quietude pervades winter’s woods.
It’s strange to emphasize light’s return as we enter wintry months. Months of cold, of snow and ice. Winter is nature’s time to rest and renew. Trees and shrubs may appear dead yet, come spring, they’ll sprout new life.
Winter’s magic—transformation—takes place underground, in the dark. The dark invites us to dream. On this Winter Solstice Day, I embrace darkness and dream of peace.
Happy Winter Solstice, Lesley. Thanks for the reminder that all seasons bring gifts.
Thank you, Lucille. Yes, every season brings gifts. May 2023 be a year of health, joy, laughter, and peace.
I love to think of the seed babies nestled underground until Spring and the time of their birth.
I love your image of seed babies nestled underground. Have a happy birthday and may your holiday be filled with joy.
“The dark invites us to dream.” Yes! Beautiful! xo
Thank you, dearest Zoey, for all the ways you support my dreams. Love YOU!