Winter's Light

 Maybe its my Finnish soul.

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I crave the strong grip of Winter. 

I long for the solace of quiet nights in front of the fire, watching the swirling clouds of steam and smoke rising from my incense and my tea, mingling together, blanketing me.

When the sun takes rest, the moon and starshine illuminate the world like magic and I long to sleep outside, to run fast through the frozen forest, to soak up the Earth’s primal, wild wisdom. I can hear it better in this sweet dark silence.

And this light also illuminates the depths of my being, sharing with me my truth, reacquainting me with myself, reminding me that I AM the moon and starshine. I also hold within me the Earth’s primal, wild wisdom. It feels safe and delicious, like an apple that has grown sweeter after a hard frost.