Winter Beckons

Autumn arrives in early morning, but spring at the close of a winter day.” – Elizabeth Bowen

There is a mildness to the day that reminds me of spring, the air feels warmer and my gloves have been left at home. I’m once again sitting among books and neighbours at our local library – I’ve found an empty table by the large windows overlooking the much travelled sidewalk providing plenty of inspiration as my pen scratches away in my notebook.

The busy weeks leading up to the holidays have wound down to the rather ordinary days of winter – days that find me catching up on small projects and checking off wish lists. With each passing season, objects and ephemera that have found their way into our small apartment begin to sound their siren call. And January is the perfect month to heed that call, not only to enjoy stolen moments for winter contemplation but also to usher in a sense of spaciousness for creating order among the holiday cards and sparkle still lying on the table. I find myself drawn to the serene spaces that some of the characters from Game of Thrones inhabit, rooms suffused in golden lamplight and gleaming wood – templates to follow as I gather up my bits and pieces, January and winter encouraging fresh starts!

Light is lingering longer now, the sky dressed in dusk so deep, it catches my breath each time I glance upon its evening display. This past week I found myself in awe as I glimpsed a moment out of time against that very same sky, an undulating migration of geese, waves upon waves of them flying above the winter quiet forest, going where, a mystery still – a sacred rhythm unfolding as I moved from room to room to track their flight.

People from my past are wandering through my daydreams, they appear fully formed with their stories unfolding, leaving me with the questions, “Where are they now and who have they become?”. In the last week or so, two have crossed paths with me and I’ve been able to catch up. Winter beckons, drawing us in with the scent of dark chocolate, aromatic coffee and spiced tea in the air. A single bottle of berry rich wine sitting on the counter also beckons, ready to spill its secrets among our domestic clutter, life is to be lived no matter the season.

A winter seawall walk underneath towering pines where a raven pair are feeding in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

A close-up of a raven feeding on a young seagull above the seawall in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

A glistening abandoned spider web captured on a tree beside one of our favourite paths in Stanley Park (Vancouver, B.C.).

 

 

 

About anotetohuguette

I'm currently blogging from the beautiful West Coast city of Vancouver, British Columbia - a vibrant city by the sea, surrounded by mountains and a very unique urban forest.
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38 Responses to Winter Beckons

  1. Quirky Girl says:

    I love that last line, “life is to be lived no matter the season”.

    Winter always feels like the season of a much slower pace, especially once the holidays pass and a new year is ushered in. Bears hibernate, trees become dormant, and humans are drawn to curling up under their blankets as they wait for spring to arrive. It sounds unproductive, yet sometimes it’s not really so bad to indulge in a fleeting moment of peacefulness. 😊

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  2. Shirley says:

    Watched the snow falling on the mountains this afternoon, lying like a blanket of marshmallows. The air crisp, birds chatting, about the weather no doubt, and the sometime glimpse of a Spring to come. Love this message and like a rising from the ashes, I can now join you at the waters edge and dream of kayaking.
    Love the pics.
    Love Mom

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    • I can see a light dusting of snow on the mountains this afternoon, reminding me of powdered sugar…it’s so nice to dream of kayaking knowing that you have recovered from the trauma of last May. Glad you enjoyed this read, Mom!

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  3. A beautiful write Kimberlee, I too love this pace of Winter and the warm evening light β˜ΊπŸ’– xxx

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  4. Love this! Beckonings often inevitably lead to a time
    of reckonings as well. Sometimes I find myself
    unexpectedly tripping over them. 😊

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  5. calmkate says:

    so beautifully written it almost makes feel like I’ve missed out … we have a very hot summer here and my only real experience of the type of winter you describe so artfully was in the Himalayas but then I lived in a concrete room without power for days at a time, nine being the most …. so your mellow feeling could not have penetrated that cold!

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  6. michnavs says:

    I love this Kim….as said in your closing paragragh “life is to be lived no matter the season”…indeed so true..our lives change as much as the season does…question then is; how do we live up to these changes without sacrificing the essence of our existence.

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    • I always think of my essence as existing in the “eye of the storm”, there may be changes happening all around me but I still hold on to who I am deep down if I can…some changes happen to us without our permission and I ty to soldier on when that happens…it’s not easy! Thank you, Mich, for leaving such thoughtful words…they add another beautiful layer to this page!

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  7. Miriam says:

    Such evocative words and imagery that transports me right into your world. Your writing is so beautiful πŸ’™

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  8. Lovely musing over the gifts of winter. I find a lot of beauty and comfort in this season too.

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  9. Winter cannot be more beautiful than what your words portray, Kim. Loved the thoughts and that beautiful web. We are enjoying Winter too. They are the wonderful, beautiful days when this ‘desert country’ can enjoy mild sunshine and a lot of outdoor activity. I love the crisp cool air and the beautiful mornings that I feverishly hope to spend walking along the nearby park but for that I need to get out of the warm bed. And that is a difficult story altogether. Good day, Kim

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  10. Your words soothe the soul as spring beckons. I love all your descriptions and those ravens… What a gift to witness them and such a beautiful spiders web. Tonight we make St Brigid’s Crosses inviting Imbolc tomorrow. 🌼

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  11. Kimberlee, thank you! This is beautiful πŸ™‚ I really appreciate the spaciousness of taking time to create order in your world, and also beautiful description of the sacred flight of those birds. Sening you blessings – and feel free to contribute to #ForgivingFridays again if you’d like to. Have a great weekend! In loving, Debbie

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  12. The last line clinches this beautifully written post, so dreamy in its quality. xx

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  13. Seen through your eyes, everything is so very magical and beautiful…you are just soooooo gifted at creating a feeling…painting such vivid and life-affirming word-pictures….you ooze gratitude and dignity and reverence….you have/are such a lovely, lovely soul!!! πŸ™‚ Thanks for sharing πŸ™‚

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