(I lost the page I borrowed this from. Credit goes to whomever originally wrote this.)
"December asks us to remember what our culture forgets.
That darkness is not a failure of light.
That slowing is not a deviation from the path,
but part of the path itself.
We live in a world that praises the bright, the busy, the blossoming, the forever-spring of productivity and performance.
But the living world whispers something older.
Winter is the season that teaches the roots how to deepen.
The season that gathers the stories we were too hurried to hear.
The season that turns fallen leaves into nourishment and creates the rich, dark soil that makes all future blooming possible.
Nothing in nature rushes through this threshold.
The trees soften into stillness.
The fox moves with deliberate economy.
The seeds rest, carrying whole futures inside their quiet bodies.
Even the light withdraws in gentle increments,
as if showing us how to tend ourselves with patience.
December is not a void but a womb.
A place of brewing, composting, gestating.
A time when the unseen work is the most powerful of all, the kind that reshapes us from the inside out.
As we enter the deep of winter, may we remember that darkness has its own kind of beauty, its own kind of truth.
And that every bright, blooming April
is rooted in a December that dared to rest."
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• ART- All pictures by @tijanadraws
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