February
at an end. It is a time of transition, even if it comes as an ebb and flow. It
is easier now to reflect that winter has gone by quickly, when we are nearing
the end, and spring fever is beginning to settle in. Late November seems like a
long time ago, when we steeled ourselves for the coming darkness.
The
winter has its own vitality, though in a different sense. As the nights grow
longer and cold descends, we turn to our own fires both physically in the
hearth and spiritually in the mind. It is a time of reflection and of search
for meanings, when brilliant night skies display infinite possibilities of
places so remote. We can’t help but search for our place and purpose amid all
the contrasts of beyond and within.
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