"Wisdom comes with winters."
Oscar Wilde
Darkness fell, much too early for my liking. The cold wind was blowing gusts of light fluffy snow. My gaze fell upon a discarded leaf lodged in a snow drift and I felt it's loneliness. And is this not typical winter ... a time to withdraw, slow down, and dislodge that which is stuck.The need to cover ourselves with comfort, perhaps, draws us inside by a warm fire.
Strong winds rattled the windows and I drew my blanket closer around me. Cradling a hot cup in my hands, my thoughts drifted like the falling snow. Disconnected words streamed through my head and to make sense of them, I made entries into my current favorite journal. The lined pieces of paper were crinkled with bits of wisdom dancing across the page.
I laughed thinking of the stacks of diaries I have filled, never intending them to make a difference to anyone but my lovely self. And isn't this like life? Pouring our heart and soul into existence whether it is seen by anyone else or not. I am responsible for my thoughts and how I choose to arrange them, nurturing my sacred old soul.
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