#212: Winter
I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning.
I haven’t for the last week or so.
It’s cold and it’s dark and my bed is warm and comfortable.
I’ve felt more tired than usual, I just want to sleep that little bit longer.
The door of 2022 is closing, swinging shut, the light of the year fading away.
The winter solstice marks it well. Soon we’ll officially have the darkest day of the year, where we have the least sunlight and from then on, each day, the light returns.
i’ve grown to love this time of the year. Winter.
Mainly because I’ve learned to love rest, endings and rebirth.
In the past this time of the year has been really fruitful for me.
Writing New Years resolutions, reflecting on changes I want to make, getting engaged to Sarah.
Planting seeds, setting intentions, saying goodbye.
I look out at the trees and they tell me what to do. They’re cold, naked, without leaves. They’ve shedded their skin.
That’s how I feel and how I let myself feel at the end of the year. Shedded, my seeds for next year planted and preparing myself to grow again.
In the fury of Christmas, this time of the year can be stressful and busy. when I was younger it was that, I counted how many nights out I could cram in.
Now though, I slow down and really try and feel my feet on the floor, even when it’s cold and dark. Especially when it’s cold and dark.
I find stillness. I find quiet. I find peace. I find winter. I find darkness.
From there I buy thoughtful gifts for loved ones. I earn great reflections from 2022. I awaken exciting intentions for 2023.
I love this time of year.
Time to rest, to reflect, to end, to celebrate.
Then the joy, the excitement and the intrigue of seeing what the new year brings.
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