I’ve come to realise, there’s a difference between putting myself down, and embracing a healing humility. It’s a hard distinction to see, in a world that can equate being humble with a lack of confidence.
Stories have always seen me through the darkness. At this time of year, I tend to want to rush forwards into spring, but the power of stories is helping me to stay within nature's quiet space, with the cold and dark that's still here, a necessary part of the cycle that needs to be completed before the light and warmth can truly emerge.
Life-as-practice is inviting me again, reminding me not to separate meditation from living. By committing to daily(-ish) practices like these...