Midwinter: the beautiful light of the shortest day of the year. We wait, and the seasons turn.
And that makes us part of the hope that is inbuilt in nature. There are dark days ahead, week upon week, week upon week, which has often been a difficult time of year for me. But just as the birds act on their full confidence of english summer days for breeding and are already on the wing, so we too can be sure of light and bright days to come. What will help me today, towards such sure hope for my life?