I don’t want to wallow in dispirited feelings about this restrained glow. All strung up for the holiday show, however, lacking vigilant glory for the revelatory moment to aid with the once-a-year-sleigh landing, I surrendered to the semi-dim light and thought maybe the heavy glow was overrated anyway. In the meantime, I wait on winter to surrender warily. I’m making space for spring in my nest and in my heart, sprucing things up and filling up with golden healing light. I sprinkle some spring along everywhere I go, creating a glimpse of what is possible. Sometimes in surrender there is glory.
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