There is exposure in the winter. The wind, that usually does its business unseen is exposed by the blowing snow. Our hearts are exposed for no where to hide.
Let us rejoice this miracle
Let us sing our ugliness
Let us dance our pain
Let us live winter
The secret that winter bares is that there are no secrets.
I was born in the North, in the winter. I was a happy but stubborn child. I always seemed to work outside the box, never understanding the need for rules and containers. I have hitchhiked across North America 3 times. I have lived in 5 major cities and in 3 rural communities. I have studied over 14 forms of traditional healing modalities (I'll spoil the ending... at their cores their all the same). I have no money, little possessions and no land. I have given all for knowledge, self healing and adventures.
Recently I was clearly given a message (by my subconscious, by spirit, by the universe, whatever) that I have to start sharing what I have learned and what I see. I also have to practice writing as I have some stories to tell. I also find it pushes me in my process to share. I am working on becoming more vulnerable all the time.