it's no secret. i hate winter. that season of dormancy, darkness and cold. motivation escapes me. not a single fiber of my being is alive. my time is spent curled up in a ball trying to keep my bones warm while my spirit plummets. seasonal affective disorder. it's the winterizing of my soul. as the daylight wans i teeter into that dark, cold abyss. my soul falls dead asleep without feeling or hope. nature uses this time to rest. to reflect, rejuvenate, and replant. i am now, slowly, taking my cues from nature. and as the days begin to lengthen and the light begins to brighten i find myself waking up.
and for this i am grateful.