January is here, with eyes that keenly glow,
A frost-mailed warrior
Striding a shadowy steed of snow.
Edgar Fawcett (1847-1904)
Winter is the season of rest. Nature slows down, and the ground rests from growing crops.
Sometimes the weather is so finicky we’re forced to take a time-out even though our schedules say we don’t have a moment to spare. Temperatures have warmed up quite a bit in the past few days, but last week was one of those deep-freeze winter blessings when moving too far from the woodstove was like a venture into the Arctic Circle.
Winter gives us moments to ponder on the miracles of the seasons—on the beauty of change and the comforts of routine. It shares the hope of a New Year—a clean slate to draw our hopes, dreams, and goals. Each year we can, in a sense, shed our old skin and begin anew, anticipating rebirth and awaiting the first buds of spring.
What are some goals you have this year? Are there routines you’d like to start? Habits you’d like to break? I look forward to hearing your thoughts.