There’s a time between every season, a lull, when it seems as if time stands still, that nothing happens.
It’s been hanging around here resisting the change of seasons, standing in the way.
A lull is a moment without movement
Winter is giving us a full on lull.
Like a determined bug circling a light…refusing to land, or to leave.
The snow around here has mostly melted, and the ground sits sullen, and soaked, reflections gloomy and grey in the flickering puddles created by the rain, the branches cold dark and dripping.
Nothing new is happening we’ve lost the delight of the old and want a change…but it’s not up to us.
It may be still white where you are, or there could be spears of green among the drab.
We must take heart…
..before change decides to move forward.
A lull, a moment that Winter uses to catch it’s breath before bursting out the door, leaving it swinging open for spring to breeze right in.
The trick is not to let it steal enthusiasm, inspiration, creativity.
The lull is a big black hole of nothingness. Things get lost in the lull..
The urge to hibernate is strong.
Exercise helps, creativity will take our mind off of it, watching the change in the light will lift our spirits, gardening dreams.
We can overcome it, a little sun will pop out and things will move, a shoot of green will be uncovered.
There will be smiles all around…when it comes.
There’s a quote that reads...if Winter tarries too long, make your own spring.
We may have to go ahead and do just that.
Jen @ The Light Laughed
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