This time of year is one of deep darkness, when the light of day shortens and the cold settles in our bones. Even in Charleston, the nights have been dropping to near freezing and some days have been cloudy and gray.
These winter months invite us to slow down, hunker down, and perhaps take time to bake bread, light a fire, brew a cup of tea. It is time to befriend the darkness, trusting that something new, something regenerative will come of this still and quiet season.
Poet May Sarton said it best:
nothing comes to birth
as without light