It's time to start over again, once again.  January is the month of new beginnings for me.  I always think back on cherished memories from the previous year.  And I always try to articulate how I can do better for the upcoming year.  With all these thoughts of self improving, comes much focus on turning inward.  Maybe that's how Winter weaves her magical spell: with the cold, crisp days turning into long, dark evenings.   I spend more time at the home fires, making savory suppers and soups for me and my little family.   I spend more time at the writing desk, penning poetry, writing to friends, and writing songs.   I invite friends over to gather 'round our table for lively conversations.  And I bask in simple solitary joys, like reading a good book.

The snow falls ever so softly outside, and the temperature drops little by little.   Nature is so peaceful this time of year.  I feel like I should be, too.  January is the month to dare to dream.   I look forward to the year ahead, to things that have never been.  And I look forward to the journey within that only Wintertime can provide.