In the gray months of winter,
we may feel our zest faltering,
our zeal quieted,
and our enthusiasm dimmed.
May we remember that dormancy
is essential for growth.
The time will come
for flashes of insight
and flares of inspiration.
For now,
we sit by the fire,
shoulders turned against
the cold.
For now,
we light candles
and dream slow dreams.
This is the ceremony
of the dark and deep,
to rest,
to listen,
to nurture quiet visions
with both courage
and patience,
slowing ourselves to match
the wise rhythms
of the earth.
