As heaving dark grey clouds yawn open, light hits yellow lichen on a wooden rail, causing colour to ripple in intense succession before giving way to hope and renewal.
As we reach the shortest day of the year with the Winter Solstice, it seems all hope is extinguished. But is it really?
Imagine the world from a different vantage, and you’ll see its falsehoods and lies clearly. Or will you?
Despite discouragement, we can sometimes see things for the better, and in that, we are the magic. This is the twelfth in the series ‘The Dark Months’.
There’s a magic to the sunlight in the dark months. #TheDarkMonths #Sunlight #Moods #Meditation #Hope
Bridges, like gateways, are things we must pass. Are they a metaphor for something else? No. 10 in ‘The Dark Months’ finds out …
In this ninth missive from #TheDarkMonths series, the word turns upside down.
Remembrance of things past, grows an appreciation of things present and future in the eighth in the series, ‘The Dark Months’
The seventh in the series of ‘The Dark Months’ is an exercise in observation written on one of those foggy, cold mornings where everything is still.
In the sixth of the series, ‘The Dark Months’, sun cuts through the fragile frost. But who, or what, summoned it? What does it mean?