Surrender to the quiet, ancient call of the restful womb of Winter, where past, present and future swirl all at once in the dark amniotic bath of everything and emptiness.
Where there is no language but the soft, primordial tone of nothingness.
You are a bulb in the earth, listening to the wordless hymn of your memories and hopes, your longing and your heartbreak, your gratitude.
The song of your soul.
And the aching beauty of your LOVE.
You are a bulb incubating in wintery darkness, gathering the energy to rebirth the truth of your light.
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If you are feeling the tug to slow down, to quiet, to introspect, to connect with yourself, it is nature calling you into its natural rhythm of life, death, creation and re-birth. Surrender to the call. Nourish your soul. Listens to the whispers of your heart. You will emerge refreshed and lit up with the returning light. As planned.
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