Banksy Buddha - Flickr

Banksy Buddha - Flickr

The trouble with winter is that you can see clearly the beautiful but difficult emptiness that surrounds all things. There is none of Summer’s lush greenery, or Fall’s transforming colors to shade the bare trunks of oaks and maples. Nor are there Spring’s offered promises of new hope, and of returning fullness. Instead there is only the pale sun and the white sky who outline the forest’s bare bones, and you, among the leafless aspens.

Take care to hold comforts close, and thoughts too, lest they should realize anything too great– anything too central to the mind of God. Standing in the woods in Winter you will see much farther than a part of you expects, and you will become smaller. This is the greatest gift that Winter will give you, because when you shrink there is more room in your heart for the seeds of friendship, trust, and love; those seeds that come Spring will give birth to your next life.

“In the dark of the moon, in flying snow, in the dead of winter,
war spreading, families dying, the world in danger,
I walk the rocky hillside, sowing clover.”

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