01/06/2025
This winter is not the time for resolutions. Not for declarations of change, bold plans, or lists of things we feel compelled to fix. No, winter is a whisper, not a shout—a season of stillness that beckons us to pause, to reflect, and to honor the quiet places within ourselves.
Think of the trees. They stand bare, exposed to the elements, yet they do not strive to grow. Their energy retreats to the roots, deep beneath the frost-covered soil. They know the wisdom of rest, of waiting. Why, then, do we resist it? Why do we insist that January be a time of forging ahead when the earth herself reminds us to slow down?
This season invites something softer. It calls for inner reflection, not action. For nurturing, not striving. To sit with the parts of yourself you’ve neglected and offer them warmth instead of judgment. To tend to your spirit like you’d tend to a small fire on a cold night, gently adding kindling when it threatens to go out, not piling it high in a rush to burn brightly.
Winter is here to remind us that growth doesn’t always mean doing. It doesn’t always mean visible progress. Sometimes it means retreating into yourself, finding comfort in your own company, and listening to the voice within that gets drowned out by the noise of the world.
So let this be your season of rest. Of embracing the slowness and trusting that it’s not wasted time. Let the cold air sharpen your awareness and the long nights remind you that the sun will return in its own time. You don’t need resolutions to prove your worth. You just need to be.
And when spring comes, when the light grows longer and the earth awakens again, you’ll rise with it. But for now, let winter have its way with you. Curl up in its arms, and let it teach you what only stillness can.
