Winter is a time of hidden renewal.
Revelation brings truth to us in potent form.
Are the stories we tell about ourselves so old and so familiar that we mistake them for the truth?
When we accept our sadness, we grant the possibility that it might change us.
How do we understand each other when we are mysteries, even to ourselves?
The emptiness of silence can contain so much, if we allow its presence.
Adventure asks us to see the world with the wide-eyed wonder of a child.
Autumn asks us to accept that nothing lasts.