Winter Waits

Leaflets, Leaflets '17, Loyal White Dog 11/9 - 21, Yellow Castle, Yellow Castle 2017

“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”~ Mahatama Gandhi

Winter. The days are short and night begins early, lasting long before dawn. There is stillness, space for solitude, withdrawal from activity. We watch for flurries and snowflakes, enjoy the awe evoked by softness, so quiet. There is mystery in beholding one dancing amongst hundreds of others, a hypnotic rhythm in which the one merges into the many arousing a trance state to lose and find one spinning starry snowflake. Winter wonder, land at rest. Ice bejewels bare limbs, encases twigs, encapsulates apples in crystal globes where they remain leftover from season past. There’s not a whole lot to feast the eyes on, no sensory overload in color, scent, or sound, less to perceive outside while still, plenty. At this time of year there is space to be inside, inward with all that came before, incubating toward renewal.