The March North

 

I am not a 'morning' person.  Never have been.  But during the winter I get to see dawn and it is a potent and poignant reminder of the cycle of life.  The slow steady shift of the sun's position as it heads towards the winter solstice, then the steady march back in the early weeks of the new year.

After months of too many grey dreary days, the cold has set in via a polar vortex and we finally have brilliant sunny days.  The light cuts like a knife through the gap between the house and garage.  Something I only see for a few brief days either side of the solstice.

Last December I made a comment on line that as quickly as the sun goes away, it comes back and someone, bless their heart, replied "No it doesn't."  

Well, okay, perhaps there is a slight difference, but what does that tiny difference make when I see the sun creep steadily across the sky in the mornings?

The point is, life cycles.  The sun moves across the sky.  Seasons change.  Winter comes, then goes.  I get to enjoy the changing colours, the seasonal delights of brittle mornings (because this brightness comes with extreme cold, usually), the slow awakening of spring, the cautious entrance of new shoots of blossoms, then into summer with its intense palette, then the steady slide back into fire-y autumn to settle once again into the cold of winter.

On this cold day in my part of the world, I send love and light to all who are hurting.  All who are worried about what will happen over the next weeks and months.  All who need to be reminded that nothing stays the same.  Everything changes.  Sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.  Keep going.

{{{hugs}}} to all who might need one on this 10th day of February, the month that was wisely made the shortest of the year.