It means scarves, hot tea and coffee, chicken and veggie soup, hearty casseroles, and curling up with a good book and a blanket.
Winter is often described as a cold, bare and melancholy season.
New life is yet to come forth in the following spring.
As if life and growth has stopped... on the outside.
But on the inside... where we can't see... life goes on, preparation is happening.
It is the season of the soul for me, reflecting on what's happening in my life, the growth I have gone through and need to go through on the inside.
Not cold or bare, but ready to burst with new life, after reflection, and yes, maybe some melancholy moments.
So I'm not yearning for spring, or looking forward to the end of this beautiful season.
I want to face it, enjoy it, do life through it.
There is a real, raw beauty in this season.
Both the physical season of winter, and the inner season of the soul.
Thanking God for His wisdom and love and grace through each and every season of life.
Blessings xxx
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