:: February days... ::

" Peacefully fresh, O February morn,

thy winds come to me: quiet the light slants

through the silver-bosomed clouds...

Now 'tis that pause before the leaping spring,

when over all things waiting comes a hush...

In haven and at anchor rides my heart,

and broods upon its swelling joys apart."

{Laurence Binyon}

a gladsome joy fills my heart...

grateful for the hush

these wintry months gift my life.

a slowing down,

settling in...

a pause that refreshes,

restores,

re-settles my soul.

this slow pace of life

suits me quite well.

" In this spacious, suspended place of quiet, we are recalled to our truest selves."

{Sarah Clarkson}