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It’s January, and I love Januaries.
I love that they contain the weight of beginnings, solid as a piece of clay or wood.
I love their mystery, that tantalizing promise of dreams — what will the year bring? What hopes and hurts, what majesty and mayhem, what lessons and laments?
January holds in the palm of its hands the loss of the past. It reminds us... See more
I love that they contain the weight of beginnings, solid as a piece of clay or wood.
I love their mystery, that tantalizing promise of dreams — what will the year bring? What hopes and hurts, what majesty and mayhem, what lessons and laments?
January holds in the palm of its hands the loss of the past. It reminds us... See more
The Looking Glass: The Year of Everyday Risks
This is not a time of fresh starts - it's a time of deep rest. The land is quiet. Seeds lie dormant. Energy is conserved, patiently waiting for the return of spring.
I saw this idea captured beautifully in a Substack post by Jess Sowards, who wrote:
“I've decided my new year begins when the asparagus breaks through. January asks too much of us.
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