As the wheel of the year turns towards the Midwinter Solstice, I find myself stopping for a moment. I love the darkness, it is so quiet and full of potential. In the darkness I have no option but to find my way by heart. In this stillness, I sense within me a burning desire to write and to create… I wonder, is this what Camus felt when he wrote his famous words: “In the midst of winter, I found that there was, within me, an invincible summer”?
This is only a beginning, but it is also an intention; I have every intention to act on this desire.