earthen strings...the waxing and waning of a winters day...as mother nature set her tone...she gently guides us through the longingly cold and dampening hours...deep cobalt darkening skies are present when we rise in the morn and set in the night...it is within this gift of hers...time...to pull inward and find our own light...the faint colors of the grasses pale green...is her reminder to each...though we may not be thriving...we are continuing to grow...the cycle never seizes...the wheel has yet to change...it is in these days that i crochet...it is the silence...the slowness...the warmth from layers...the cups of endless tea...the flickering flames of firelight...the candles that glow among a dim lit room...it is in the comfort of knowing that all will change...it is in knowing that a season will never last forever...it is having an appreciation for such...that puts me at ease... i fully surrender to the days of winter as i continue to weave my earthen strings