December 29 Rain, Renewal, Reflection
Sometimes, the grip of winter is broken by a gentle rain. The icy landscape relents to the warm rush, the sky turns from gray to green to blue in the transformation from lost to found, the land moves from death to birth and you can see your reflection in the shallow puddles.
Find your well of renewal, and drink until your spirit floats.
Today, my heart is piled high with gratitude for these things.
- A winter’s rain washing the cold from the ground and the gray from the sky.
- The hope of renewal and rebirth that comes with the New Year.
- Time, as precious as it is, to reflect in quiet solitude and find peace in it.
For what are you thankful?