Sometimes it takes being alone to make you realize that you are not alone.
I will admit to not enjoying winter all that much. Mud, wet rugs, layers of clothes and cold often make me long for more tropical climates. But today, in the midst of a blizzard that is still prevailing, I began listening to the quiet voice inside, beckoning me to don my snow pants (thank you Sean), boots, coat, hat (you are welcome, Blaise), and gloves and to venture into the woods to absorb God’s magnificent world. We are blessed to have access to hundreds of acres out of our back door.
Thankfully, I grabbed my camera, and while trudging through 3 foot drifts, I began seeing beauty where yesterday, I did not.
While loneliness often plagues my heart, I am a writer and live the writer’s life of isolation, so part of it is genetics and part of it is my own doing. I am also an introvert, which is probably no surprise to those who know me and can appreciate my reticence when it comes to social gatherings. I rebelled against it early on, but it is something I have grown to appreciate and yes, even nourish.