Beauty, Even Here

Beauty in Midwinter . I don’t always recognize it. The branches are bare. There is nary a green , growing thing to be found.

The stillness feels empty instead of like a benediction.

Foraged Beauty from our property
Bare branches allow the sunlight to shine through

However, I’m learning to embrace the quiet, the stillness , the empty. The heaviness of waiting. The joy of leaning into living rhythmically instead forcing myself to constantly strive and produce.

Dried Botanicals

Mossy Greens
Even my Pastel colored belongings take on muted hues in the winter light …



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