01/08/2026
🌟Ravenbridge Yoga Studio will be closed for classes today. Restorative Yoga will return next Thursday, January 15th @ 7pm.🌟
Midwinter nights are often called bleak,
Yet they carry a magic of their own,
When moon and stars in silence speak,
And the world feels hushed, alone.
The black crow knew the gift of night,
Of quiet skies and silver glow,
He perched where shadows met the light,
And let his inner knowing show.
He thought of paths already flown,
And journeys waiting still ahead,
Of winds he faced, of seeds he’d sown,
Of lessons learned, of words unsaid.
He thanked the sky, the moon, the trees,
For shelter, memory, and flight,
For ancient truths carried on the breeze,
And wisdom born of endless night.
In solitude, he stood content,
No crowd required, no need to prove,
He knew his worth, his role, his bent
A watchful heart, a faithful groove.
For purpose lives in silent things,
In steady eyes and patient view,
And under moonlit winter wings,
The crow knew well what he must do.
