"I may not have gone where I intended to go,
but I think I have ended up where I need to be."
Douglas Adams
The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul
I begin to store things inside of me like a hollowed tree ... insights, visions, wisdom. I have dropped sunny pursuits just as the leaves have fallen from the trees. My deeply placed roots are prepared to nurture me and my quilt and fireplace are my thickened bark to brace against the winter snow.
In winter's solitude my journals reflect where I have been and a new list of manifestation takes form. With gathered energy, my creativity has greater depth and richer hues. Every present moment is filled with grandeur ignorant of any sense of time. Whether I write, paint or sketch, hibernation blesses me with a greater sense of self ... the extroverted/hermit (oxymoron).
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