Baby, it's cold outside!
I completely missed the change from summer to fall, so here we are on the verge of winter! My beard has thickened and the dog has taken to sleeping under the covers, lately, so our familiar friend is on his way. Even though it's been a challenging few months for many people, this is a time to celebrate love, family, and new beginnings.
As I've gotten older, winter has become the most significant season to me. I think it must be the challenges it poses: the cold, the dark, the limitations. But it's also making it through the winter. Each year, I understand more and more, the lines of Anne Sexton in her poem, "Courage":
when you face old age and its natural conclusion
your courage will still be shown in the little ways,
each spring will be a sword you'll sharpen,
Wishing you a peaceful winter, a happy New Year, and a sharp sword come spring.
Hello Old Friends: