For our agrarian ancestors whose lives were so closely entwined with the land, marking seasonal changes was a way of showing respect for the rhythms of nature that provided them with the means to flourish in their environment. To honour nature was to be in intimate relationship with Her mysteries, and to know our place within the grand scheme of things. Modernity, urbanisation and technology have taken us far, far away from the humility that a deep connection with nature invites, robbing our souls of something rich and nourishing. To be in the centre of a city in December, when the only sign of winter is a grey sky beyond a double-glazed window, is a disorientating experience. Life continues
What dreams did I create last night? Where did my eyes linger today? Where was I blind? Where was I hurt without anyone noticing? What did I learn today? What did I read? What new thoughts visited me? What differences did I notice in those closest to me? Who did I neglect? Where did I neglect myself? What did I begin today that might endure? How were my conversations? What did I do today for the poor and the excluded? Did I remember the dead today? Where could I have exposed myself to the risk of something different? Where did I allow myself to receive love? With whom today did I feel most myself? What reached me today? How deep did it imprint? Who saw me today? What visitations had I from t
