the color of winter
The color of springtime is in the flowers; the color of winter is in the imagination.
~ Ward Elliot Hour
It’s so true; isn’t it? This time of year, my heart and mind naturally turn to imagining new possibilities in all the different areas of life. Swirls of inspiration seem to rise with the steam as homemade soup simmers away on the stove. The landscape of my interior, itself, seems to match that outside my window, revealing to me the bare bones and what might be done to alter their growth pattern a little in the coming year.
Do I need to prune, or fertilize, or prop up, or plain ignore this or that aspect of myself? Might this winter gaze, a moment of awareness unburdened by activity, be a way of nurturing the garden that is me?
The mere act of sitting quietly and keeping warm under a blanket with a mug of something hot seems to give more subtle dreams courage to rise up from their quiet nests.
Are the colors of your imagination now blossoming in winter’s caress? I would anticipate this effect is exaggerated in those climates where you’re under several inches — or feet — of snow.
Sending you fuel for your imagination and a wish that you be warm, body and soul, wherever you are.