Do you hear it? No, not the noise in your head, with jobs to do, wrongs to right, and pains to heal. I mean the beautiful melody of birdsong on an early spring morning. Their hypnotic tune, calling you to listen, to the here, the now. To sit in the quiet, and the...
Walking through the town on a beautiful spring morning. The trickle of the stream flowing slowly alongside me. A bright smile to the person approaching, with an added hello, the world seems completely at peace. The sounds of children giggling in the playground, not a...
I recently spent far too much time googling “what’s the opposite of fear” in my quest to see if there is actually an opposite, or absence, of fear. Why was I curious about it? Well, one of the things I’ve been reflecting on during my personal wintering is the fear...
Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful old woman. A dichotomous woman; the darkness of her clothing, slowness of her pace, and stillness of her presence, somewhat contradicted the depth of energy that enveloped everyone around her. She had a softness that belied...
Whilst the beginning of December marks the start of winter in meteorological terms, I prefer the start of our personal wintering to be marked by the winter solstice, the 21st of December. Winter is the season for slowing down, going inwards, and allowing the process...
Ah, planning. It’s taken some stick over the years hasn’t it? And my relationship with it (the word and the activity) has certainly shifted in recent years. When you think of the words plan or planning, what do they conjure up for you? What meaning do you...
