December 1, 2011

December

December is upon us and with it comes the truth of winter. The plants all sit in stasis, their roots slumbering as the season descends. The winds are colder and our eyes glisten with the freshness of such air. My persimmon tree is leafless, and its branches hang bare, save for the rich fruit that ripen, still, waiting to be picked, or waiting to fall.



it is the time now to celebrate stillness and light, wind and fire. value and honor this time of inward-ness and hibernation, as it is just as important as the warm bursting of spring and the amber glow of autumn. it is this season that determines what will root and blossom when the next cycle begins.

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