The winter is feeling long. We've had snow on the ground for two months now. January has been cold, very cold. We've been hibernating here in the North Country.
This time of withdrawing into the dark is a good time to grow roots. My hyacinths have been growing roots of all shapes--short or long, swirly or straight, full or scraggly.
A couple of projects i've been intending have finally rooted: one garden manuscript has come back from the editor and i'm just starting another writing project.
In this time of dark and cold, what's been rooting in your life? Perhaps you don't even see a hint of green leaves yet. But something is gestating. Life does the doing without us doing anything.
What is Life doing, offering to you?