Even though the days are lengthening and my horses will begin shedding by the end of January, we are at the beginning of the bleak time.
But it’s the season of Epiphany, touched off by the kings bringing Jesus gifts. It’s a word I associate with a cartoon light bulb going off over my head.
Maybe it’s time to look for that insight, for enjoying the small things that enrich like reading a book, or watching an absorbing Netflix series that lifts your spirits. A bunch of flowers might brighten your home.
Who says Christmas cookies are only for Christmas? There’s nothing like the smell of baking to warm and comfort. (If you made a resolution to lose weight, try a new recipe that goes along with your plan.)
Get outside and walk. Look for the beauty in your neighborhood. Or take a hot bath. Let the warmth hold you. Find ways to restore your soul until the sun pushes back those long nights, the grass turns green, and you hear water squeaking between the blades.
On Facebook, Winn Collier author of Love Big Be Well asked us to write one thing that gives us hope. Here’s what I wrote: Look for light that finds its way into your house. It might slant along the walls, striped by Venetian blinds or flash pink in the shape of your windows. The light of the world. The sun rises. The moon rises. They both set. Breath. I get to breathe. And eat. And feel my body warm (or cold if it’s below zero.) And hear the ground crackle under my feet. And smell a freshly mown field. And smell the low notes of freshly dropped road apples.
What do you do to survive these gray, cold, snowy months before spring? What brings you hope?