So here it is, another year has virtually come and gone. This year has brought joy, memories of times long gone, loss and with the fresh blanket of a new snow comes a sadness that permeates a season of festive flare and revelry.
Yet, as the days grow shorter and the cold settles in, there is comfort to be found in small gatherings, the glow of candlelight, and the gentle reminder that with each season cycle, hope quietly endures. Amid reflection, we hold close to the cherished moments, drawing warmth from laughter shared and the quiet strength of those who walk beside us through both celebration and sorrow.
Throughout my life, from my formative years to adulthood, I have encountered significant challenges. What began as a journey filled with high aspirations evolved into ongoing obstacles and persistent anxiety. These experiences have led to a continual search for stability and clarity, particularly during certain times of the year, as I reflect on the uncertainties that have shaped my path.
Now, as the wind howls past my window, the cold slips deep into my soul and spirit, and takes with it whatever the Christmas season brings to its fulfillment. With the snow drifting higher, my path to the light becomes increasingly restricted and dark.
It's a chain I bare it's a chain I created, and as age brings new anxieties, they intensify in the white of the darkness that surrounds the prairie winter.
Each winter concludes similarly, yet is followed by the emergence of a single purple crocus through the snow, symbolizing renewed hope for another opportunity and the possibility of a more fulfilling life and meaningful connections.
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