This creative and conversational memoir style of blogging is embellished with photographs, sprightly texts, and gentle listening features. May these entries be as cathartic to read & to hear as they have been to conceive & to share. xo
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If you would like to listen alongAll is Melting. My heart. My mind. The world around me. Winter lives up to her barren and somber reputation, but Oh, how I welcome the melancholic mirror.
She does not have to equate to a barren condition of the heart, but is a reflection, a time of reflection, a time of evolution. There is healing in this paradox. The Tao Te Ching reminds me of this, coincidentally, through the symbol of water:
And yet, in the right conditions, even the gentlest of waters become hard, inflexible, and ridged. That hardened state serves her higher purpose: to preserve, to still, to solidify. Her obstinance makes way for contemplation, solitude, and dolefulness -- of the nourishing kind. And when she returns to the gentle coursing, she "nourishes all things without trying". (Tao Te Ching, chapter 8) &for now, All is melting. Not fully frozen, nor fully fluid: something in-between. As my winter sister breaks down her iciness, I commune with her in the act. She is a reflection of my own process of thawing.
Whichever hardened, fluid, or paradoxical state you find yourself in this season, my dears, may this time be your companion, and your mirror, to your own evolution and healing.
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This creative and conversational memoir style of blogging is embellished with photographs, sprightly texts, and gentle listening features. May these entries be as cathartic to read & to hear as they have been to conceive & to share. |
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