January at moments felt like living in an ice garden. This season is very dear to me, as I feel my soul is allowed to retreat. If it weren’t unbearable for the body, I would like to lie down and rest among the silent, frozen grasses, sharing a winter sleep with nature to recover from all the hassles of material life, and awaken afterwards, reborn, when touched by the holy light of God.
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