For me, the months of January and February feel like a "between time."

The festivities of the holidays are history and the promise of spring appears distant.

Perhaps it's meant to be. That is to say, the dark and dreary days are perfect for looking within. Like a seed incased in the cold earth, we are invited to explore how we'll spend the year. In that patient womb we can discover what goals and dreams and directions we will persue.

We wait quietly with our stored energy for the light and the heat of the returning sun to bring our potential to fruition.