🌙 The Season Within
There are moments in life that feel like winter — when everything slows, hushes, softens, when the world inside you grows quiet enough that even your own breath sounds like snowfall.
These are not the seasons of endings.
They are the seasons of rest — the sacred pause before renewal.
Winter asks nothing of you.
It simply invites you to stop carrying what has grown too heavy and let stillness wrap around you like a gentle cloak.
It is not loneliness.
It is protection.
A space for your soul to gather light again.
❄️ The Quiet That Heals
We often resist our inner winters, thinking we must stay bright, warm, blooming — always.
But nothing in nature does that.
Even the stars have nights when they dim to gather their own fire.
When your life becomes slow, silent, stripped back — it isn’t a sign that you’ve lost your way.
It’s a sign that you are returning to it.
In the cold, you learn what truly matters, what still warms you, what still calls softly through the quiet.
This is the wisdom of winter: rest is not an interruption — it is part of the becoming.
🕯 A Gentle Practice
Tonight, light a single candle.
Sit with it in a dark room.
Notice how the flame doesn’t rush, doesn’t perform, doesn’t strive.
It simply exists, and in its existence, it warms.
Whisper softly:
“I allow myself to rest. I trust the season I am in.”
Let the words melt into you.
Let the warmth return — gently, quietly, without demand.
✨ With softness and winter light,
Selene Starling