A favorite January poem

I felt the sun today

And appreciated it all the more

Because it’s our January Winter Sun

Which is worshipped in all of my religions  

I came across this poem. I think that I wrote it last year on one of those miraculous, sunny, January days that seem to pop up at just the right time in our Georgian winters. 

To tell the truth, in my past, the cold and dark of winter were hard for me. I would celebrate the winter equinox with the knowledge that each day would get longer and the memory that spring always comes. I listened to all different explanations on the value of winter but for me it was a matter of surviving until it was over.

One thing that I don’t want to do is wish any of my time away. Wishing time away (I’m not sure if I made that phrase up or not) is looking so much forward to something in the future (an event, season, person) that the present time slips away unnoticed.  

I am extremely grateful that I am starting to understand what winter has to offer me. Resting, dreaming, reflecting, building inner strength are a part of it. No one could tell me this, I had to see it for myself.  

Still, in the midst of winter, it is glorious to see and feel the light.