Days grow shorter, and colder. I sleep later, snuggled warm under my down comforter. Drink more tea, unwittingly participate in a ritual older than time as we reckon it in the western world. The art of making tea. The choosing, the heating of water, the waiting for steeping, for transformation. And just as the flame under the kettle warms the water that joins with the leaf to create a magical combination or warmth and comfort. Of healing and nourishment, I too can be that warmth, that light in the darkness for another.
These are the things I think about at this time of year. A time when we can feel isolated. When the darkness outlasts the light, we tend to turn inward. For some that is a welcome respite from a busy world and the demands we face every day. For others such solitude is loneliness, and isolation. The darkness can be overwhelming...Read More