Winter Sun after snow storm.
The sun is emerging weak and welcome after a winter storm that covered my world with ten inches of new snow. The porch railing trails a shadow after days of gray. Snow crystals twinkle like diamonds in the pale lemon light. It is a pristine New Year.
My inspiration comes from the quiet turning of the year. The long fall of darkness pivots at the Winter Solstice, pausing to ponder life’s mysteries. The new year begins to gather light, the lengthening days an external metaphor for the energy unfolding within. I spend the month of December reveling in spirit and song – performing, feasting, singing carols, giving gifts and lighting lights “to drive the cold winter away.”
Now, this third day of January, I sit still. I listen. I watch blobs of snow fall off the roof with a soft whoosh. I rotate toward the sun like my plants. Next week, Songweavers will sing again, with its deep well of wonderful women. Two Vibrant Voice workshops in January and Valentine’s performances in February will keep me singing to warm the winter days.
Music is listening and listening is music. Before the busy, noisy fray of life takes over, take time to listen.
I wish you all good blessings this year.
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