It’s just started raining properly outside; the sky has been wanting to all week. For me, Winter is a time of thought, of prayer, of meditation. The warmer months make me feel so much more. Winter draws me more to my head; in some ways, it is a season to think over the energy spent in Spring and Summer, and the conclusions I made in Autumn. It is a season of dark, quiet mornings, much like the beginning of time. All the life of the year folds away.
But there are colours and shapes in Winter that we won’t see elsewhere. May our eyes be open to them!
There’s no milk left to make a cup of tea, so I think I’ll go and paint.