At Solstice, I am drawn to stillness… to the pause… to connecting deep within to my inner garden.
There is something about winter gardens that inspire my soul-stice reflections … something in their post-harvest resting state that draws me in … those deep dark purples and browns of seed pods and leaves amongst the fading greenery and lingering snowberries in a local garden.
They are a reminder that I walk with Mama Earth, feeling her pulse, her rhythm, her soul.
I feel at peace.
I feel nurtured.
I feel connected.
I am home.