Winter is the slow-down
Winter is the search for self
Winter gives the silence you need to listen
Winter goes gray so you can see your own colors…
~Terri Guillemets
What is your color? Do you know? If you do, do you like what you see? If you don’t, maybe you should give some thought as to why. For what colors us, colors our world and the way in which we respond to those around us. Perhaps like me, the seasons determine your colors, which I’m given to believe is a good thing. I rather like the idea of being a whole spectrum of colors as opposed to being a monotonous stream of only one or two. Whether such things matter is not the true import of my discourse here however. As Guillemets suggests we truly do need time to slow down, time to rest, time to listen, time to reflect on things for soon we will forge full speed ahead into another year of life that we’ll never get back, that when it’s over will never afford us more chances to change, that when it’s spent will never allow us more time to become all that we are meant to be, that when it ends will never give us other opportunities to forgive, to love, to find and bring peace. So when I find myself grumbling about the grays of sunless, winter days, I tell myself that perhaps they happen because the color gray is a good back drop for discerning the true colors of life, the unmasked face of the world, and our authentic reflection upon its stage.
A year of beauty. A year of plenty.
A year of planting. A year of harvest.
A year of healing. A year of vision.
A year of passion. A year of rebirth.
A year of peace.
This year may we renew the earth.
Let it begin with each step we take.
And let it begin with each change we make.
And let it begin with each chain we break.
And let it begin every time we awake.
~Edited poem by Starhwak
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. ~Psalm 90:12 ✝
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Amen. A new year for us to try to make a new life and a better one with the guidance of our Maker.
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Absolutely, V. 🙂 ❤
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As splendid as the magic of the fresh fallen snow! Hugs… 🙂
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Oh how sweet, Bette! That’s the way I feel about you! Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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I am a “peach” lover, light peach walls a brownish-peach “great room” with white trim, peach sweater and a lovely peach to est, ripe and juicy beats chocolate for me. I love and embrace rainbows of colors. ♡ Natalie, whatever color you choose it will be luminescent. You glow with goodness, dear friend. Smiles, Robin 🙂
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Ooooh I love peach, but then I love all the colors and it’s so hard for me to choose a favorite. That’s why I said that the seasons had an affect on my colors. And awwwwwww thanks for such a sweet closing line, sweet Robin. Should that be true it is only because it exists in you too or you wouldn’te recognize it. Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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a new seed catalog came today—it had your name all over it—colorful, brilliant, bright and joyful!!!
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Aw, shucks, thanks, my friend. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE seed catalogs and look forward to them coming every year about this time. Now the days really will be “merry and bright.” Love and hugs, N 🙂 ❤
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This year, when the weather is grey I am going to wear a bright colour – just to bring some cheer to others.
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Now, that’s a great idea, Raewyn. I shall do that too. Love, N 🙂 ❤
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