Dreaming

There are certain times of year I associate with stillness, quietude, and dreaming...

November, January and February are those times.

Maybe it's because it's the darkest part of the year.

October is about action.  My birthday is in October.  It's always been a month of happiness and excitement for me.

December is candle-lit.  It's Advent.  It's the holy time...the Nativity.  The wonder of the birth of the Christ child, and the virgin Theotokos cradling Him in her arms. It's angels singing.  It's light.

January is dark.  It's still.  In January we walk a knife edge between delight and depression.  Snow blankets much of the area.  The light fades almost as quickly as it comes.  It's a time of stillness, yet fire in our hearts.  Everything slows.  I love it, but I struggle with Seasonal Affective Disorder to a degree.  I have to use a therapy light to stimulate my brain into happiness.  But sometimes the beauty of the cold grey backdrop overtakes me and I fall into a dreamy sort of state...watching black and white movies that echo the images outside.  Or reading real books by the fire.  Or burning candle after candle while listening to Ambient music.  I love it.

February is a tease...she is a month whose crowning day is a day of love, but it's often drowned out by people belly-aching about having no love. The same stillness, but it seems the wind begins to pick up and move forward toward the Spring time.



I am open to these times of dreams.  Now we are in November, just before Advent.  There is much to be done.  There is a time for everything...for work and for rest.

Oh God, don't let me waste it.