Glorious, brilliant crystalline chill! The world is blanketed in a downy comforter of snow, slumbering through winter’s night. Sleep is when the brain processes thoughts into memories; and so too it is with the Earth. Each season has its purpose: wintertide is the season of transformation, when the promises of spring, the adventures of summer, and the reflections of fall become fulfilled in the ancient consciousness of All. The cycle begins anew: may we, in our season of gentle memory, renew our souls, and begin again, and begin again, and begin again. For winters deep and restful bliss, we give thanks. Blessed Be, and Amen.
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