We woke one morning a couple of weeks ago to find a sparkling white world outside. Even better, the snow continued to fall several times in the course of the morning. My Fairy and I donned hats, gloves and boots and hurried outside to the unexpected winter wonderland. We walked the almost 1 kilometre into our little village and discovered how just a bit of snow could bring out the inner child in normally sedate adult humans! Everyone we met was wearing a silly smile (and layers of clothes!) and the whole atmosphere was one of excitement and anticipation! The footpaths were white and sludgy, the air was brisk with a very cold wind but it seemed that the snow had touched and warmed hearts everywhere.
Interestingly it snowed a second time exactly a week later.
Unheard of for many years, the old timers tell me.
Thing two - I have been struggling. Winter and I are not good bedfellows and every winter season is a challenge for my soul. I have written about my winter blues before, here. I find (every winter) that my tiny house and lack of suitable photography light and subjects, stifle my creativity…and so I have nothing tangible to blog about, as well little incentive.
This cold season though, has prompted me to continue looking within myself and to dig a little deeper into the many layers. The dark months have seen me planning, scheming and overcoming. I have discovered and discarded. Undone and understood. Sifted through beliefs and sorted strategies. And now, in the light of daffodils and plum blossoms, I feel maybe I am stronger and ready to face a new Spring. Literally and figuratively.
Friends, if you are still around and stopping by, thank you. I have loved blogging these past few years and I haven't lost that love.
I am still here.
