Winter,

Winter, what sweet relief to the senses when the soul turns inward. The warmth of a candle, the sheltering walls, the protective coat, steaming hot tea, time for my hands to create, for my mind to muse, for my focus to hover about myself. A thousand shades of black, umber and aubergine set against ten thousand shades of white, gray and silk, crisp contours, a sharp cutting wind driving

life into retreat. Passion has turned over the sceptre to deliberation. I Ching 60, “Restraint”, bamboo knots dividing with regularity the stream of life to strengthen structures and support flexibility. Sweetest advice: “Restricting. Prosperous and smooth. Not appropriate to be steadfast In bitter restriction.” Winter is a time for people.