Sweet Darkness
Winter seems to arrive quietly.
It asks for less certainty, and more willingness to stay close to what hasn’t taken shape yet.
There’s a line of thought I return to each winter, captured beautifully in David Whyte’s poem 'Sweet Darkness' — the idea that what feels unclear or heavy may be exactly what’s shaping something important.
This season doesn’t need answers. It needs room.
Some things grow best when left in the dark a while longer.