Stillness in Winter feels different to me than in any other season. It is deeper somehow.
Everything is resting.
Everything is waiting.
I have that feeling of dormancy, a very purposeful and productive waiting.
Even the questions aren’t being answered.
I am called to just be in the stillness, to somehow just be in the stillness and the calm.
Nature knows when it is time to work, and when it is time to rest.
Something within me knows too.
What is it time for, for you?