Thank goodness for the quiet days of the year. What would we do with the soreness of life, if not for those quiet days of repose and reflection that bring healing and peace? Days that reset our gaze and rest our souls.
Each season has it's own quiet days.
Winter days, after holiday seasons are past. Quiet days sewing or reading by the fire. Making a pot of hearty soup or looking out the window at a frosty, snow-bound world.
Spring days of strolling in an orchard, down paths of apple blossoms, or alongside a snow-melt creek watching wildflowers nodding.
Summer days, reclining lazily on a hot day with a glass of iced tea and a good book. Making shapes in the clouds overhead or watching hummingbirds.
Autumn days of watching smoke curl and weave it's way to the sky. Watching leaves turn color or watching them twirl in the breeze as they fall.
These days of rest and quiet all blend into our busy year, aiming us for hope.
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