With shorter days come slower nights, more time to settle for solitude.
Love is gone and is here still, more in the heart than can be lived.
For all there is a season and this is mine, evergreen, and woven into wintery cobwebs.
Somehow I resist the temptation to brush them away.
I prefer winter…when you feel the bone structure of the landscape – the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
Andrew Wyeth, American Painter (1917 – 2009)
Thanks to Mindfulbalance for passing on this quote in the post Our Roots are Deep, Despite the Wind.
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Somehow I resist the temptation to brush them away.
I love this line. It makes me feel nostalgic. ❤
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Your words are heartfelt and very soothing…
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And yours always uplift my spirits! Thanks for visiting.
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Cobwebs on evergreen and the thoughts during long winter nights by a fire. Wonderful thoughts.
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Thanks so much, Thomas! Yes, that fire crackling in the grate makes winter VERY acceptable.
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This is really lovely!
I was in a car as a passenger yesterday and as we were driving down a beautiful, familiar hill (one which always leaves me feeling grateful to live around beautiful countryside), the conversation went exactly along the lines of your gentle words. We remarked on how it felt like everything was waiting, peacefully, for the next scene.
When I was much younger, and, I have to say, before I went through the many trials that have made up a part of my life, I would have dismissed the idea that there is so much beauty in winter.
I am rambling – again!
Christine
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I’m so glad this resonated with you, Christine. I’m essentially a solitary person and winter just allows me to be (without excuse or explanation)…and there is something restful about it if one doesn’t have to fight it. But even then, after the battle is won or lost, it is embracing and consoling…at least for me.
And by the way–I love, and always welcome, your rambling!
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Evergreens as wintry cobwebs–I never want to brush them away, either, Bardess! They smell too good, even after drying up!
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Drying is the way to preserve their essence. Thank you!
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With winter comes mixed emotions… some where deep within me my essence remains dormant…
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What a beautiful comment, Savy…just had an experience where my essence seemed to have been smothered by ‘stronger’ personalities…but your reflection is a reminder that we are essentially deeper and more resilient than anything the external world tries to make of us.
Thank you and blessings!
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