The most favorite time of the year for me is the dark months of November, December, and January. I love the symbiotic relationship that I have with darkness and light. The frigid, subzero temperatures that blow through my bones baptize my body and and mind, yet without my husband here ... I fall into an emotional coma.
(He is in Nicaragua for most of the next few months to build a wind farm that will power, among other things, a beautiful and eco-friendly resort.)
December holds Winter Solstice, my birthday, our 20th anniversary, and the eve of a new year. All seeming so meaningless now, despite attempts to focus on projects and family and love and friends.
Instead, I write bad poetry.
Still, the photo of Luna above, it is what my heart looks like inside of my body.
Waiting.
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