Shhhhh...that icy breath from the Northwest has blown across my Georgia Sanctuary this morning. It competes at a speed of 15 mph against the waning fall sun, giving life here pause and reason to stay burrowed in its heated cocoon. Soon, the sun will further retract its warmth, observing from a distance the big sleep Old Man Winter commands here. They speak of colder temps and a greater chance for snow, always something of a rarity here, in the coming months. Normally, in such forecasts, if seen at all, showers down in January, and on rarest of occasions, early March. With it comes a silent, still beauty and a rash of accidents by folks unprepared to make their way in it. Life here virtually stops.
I am so reluctant to light candles against the darkness that comes with this season of bareness. Such that it is, winter strips away the familiar warmth, clarifying all those things we have held close this year. Of what is so cherished this year, I do not desire to release. In this here, this now, as painful as it is, it is the journey of life that calls for the letting go of that which is no longer helpful on this road I find myself. I am mindful of this tenet as the wind cuts across my face.
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