Winter Skies

There is something about the winter sky that commands my attention. Actually, I honestly enjoy spending a few minutes or seconds sometimes to look at and admire the sky throughout the year. There’s something so wonderful about the changes at both dawn and around sunset. The blues, oranges, pinks, and even grey seem to paint their mesmerizing colors on the clouds as they dance across the sky before they change right before my eyes.

It’s all fascinating to me but there’s something interesting about the winter sky though I’ve not yet been able to think of why it seems so different. Maybe it’s because the mountains are all covered in a white robe and I can see the shapes of them without their leafy green tree coverings. Perhaps it’s that I’m farther from the equator and I feel closer to the sky . Whatever it is, I enjoy looking out my window and looking up.

It’s a bit strange now to look back and think how uneasy I had been about this winter before it began. Sure, I was facing the unknown since this is my first winter in this particular location but I should not have given it so much thought. I have complained (sorry Lord) about the slower commute but I didn’t go into negative thoughts or turn to worrying over winter. I did say – a few times too many perhaps – that I didn’t know what to expect. But, in the end I simply prayed and stepped on to the path that was unknown and kept moving forward until it became known.

I guess in a sense winter has reminded me that there is a time to stop and make sure I strip away anything that would cause me not to be my true self or that would hinder me from reaching my full potential. It also invites me to rest for a while, to feed myself and take care of my ‘me’ so that when the spring arrives I can emerge like new leaves. I will be ready to give and grow and share my beauty, flowers and shade with others. After all, we can’t give from empty vessels. There has to be a time to refill and that’s what winter is or can be. Thanks for reading.