Today is solstice, the darkest day of the year.
I imagine if I was a deciduous tree, my mental narrative right now would go something like, "all my leaves died and fell off! My sap has stopped flowing, and the ground is freezing my roots! Things are going terribly!"
Some days I feel like that tree, particularly when the daylight is short and the air is cold.
But then I imagine fertility in the darkness. I imagine my body and soul resting, preparing for germination, getting ready to sprout new life. I envision the beauty and fullness I am growing.
Creation is coming.
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