Winter is the quiet inhale of the year. A season that does not ask us to produce, prove, or push, but to listen. The land withdraws its color and movement, inviting the same inward turning within us. This is not emptiness, it is conservation. Energy pulled back to the roots.
Wisdom gathered in the dark.
In winter, rest becomes an act of devotion. Reflection replaces reaction. We look gently at where we have been, what has shaped us, what no longer needs to be carried forward. Stillness creates space for repair… of the body, the heart, the nervous system, the spirit. Nothing is wasted here.
Even the pause has purpose.
This season reminds us that dormancy is not failure. It is preparation. Beneath the frozen ground, life is reorganizing itself, quietly deciding what will bloom next.