Nature has exposed the skeletal structure behind it all right now. The bare bones, the strong shapes and the early signs of new life. Buds are being revealed, lichens and mosses are getting some extra light and the last remaining berries are still a feast for the wild things.
This exposure can seem vulnerable and delicate, yet so strong. The lacy branches against the occasional bright skies of January stopped me in my tracks today. Like long bony fingers they pointed me towards a growing strength across the land. Winter is the consolidation of energy....... waiting, resting, containing, preserving, until the right moment.
Winter has seeped into my own bones in a way I hadn't anticipated. I have slowed, paused, reflected and slept. The burrow is very cosy, but the hint of new life might rouse me sooner rather than later, the trick is recognising the right moment!