Most years, I count down the dark days until spring comes. But this year, winter speaks to me of its sanctity, maybe because I’ve embraced it, instead of only enduring it to get somewhere else. And I wonder, what else in my life I might embrace instead of endure?
Winter is Treebone Time. What sun there is can reach the bone.
LORE OF THE BELL:
Embrace where you are, and the world reveals its sanctity