Wintering I am wintering soul-deep, as I face my shadow self who is seen best in cold relief, and coax her out of her hiding place as I bring her now into the light of mercy and grace. I am wintering with hibernation my companion and friend because there is no spring to celebrate yet until I have rested myself and yielded to hope’s whispers, to silence and stillness, like a stunted amaryllis. I am wintering with a sigh of familiarity for this is my seasonal need, which is essential for body and soul survival, recuperation, pausing and thinking space, for continued maintenance. © joylenton
Friend, you are forgiven for thinking I’d vanished from this little home on the internet. Because you’d be correct, even though it wasn’t planned.
Worsening health, increased pain, a family bereavement and deep-bone weariness threw me into a prolonged season of hibernation and rest. One I didn’t ask for or expect.
And I’m still there. Not quite ready to bounce back into blogging or be consistently present yet. I need healing. I need grace. I need recovery more than I need to write.
But every now and then God grants me a slither of strength, a slight lessening of stiffness and pain, a smidgen of inspiration to write something.
That’s when I might pop up to share a poem with you here. But while I’m absent? Well then, I keep you in my heart, my thoughts, and prayers.
Much love until we meet here again…. Xx 💜😉❤️