The Sleeping World
Some weeks, words don't flow easily. My mind is quiet and still, and no matter how I search for the right phrases or the right ideas, the page (or screen) in front of me remains empty.
This corner of the world remains frigid, and winds bluster through the bare branches of the trees. This time of year, I think, is meant to be spent curled up under a blanket with a cat and a cup of tea and a loved book - wouldn't three or four months spent in hibernation be delicious?
I braved the cold air today and snapped a few photos in the garden. Everything is barren now, and brown, and will remain so for many months. I often find it difficult to find energy in such an empty, still world. How do you find inspiration in the dark months of winter?