"Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart."
~ Hugh Macmillan ~
Things are revealed in the winter landscape. We see houses and views that are otherwise hidden. And maybe it's a little the same with us as well. Much as we celebrate together and create coziness, there is nonetheless a piece of our spirit this time of year which feels barren somehow, and is laid bare.
I am tender with the raw emotions of the season.
