There are some things that once considered from a different perspective are irrevocable. This year rolled into existence unlike any other, where a new year, new resolutions are the normal tide.  But from the year that was to the unknown year to be, instinctively it felt so right to remain quiet.  No new year resolutions to make and break for me, no planning, visioning, firing up the engine to power into another year of carving out this less travelled path.I am remain in the pause, the place between. deep in the roots of winter, listening and learning from the quiet  to the whispers of my heart.  There has been much to learn, much to let go of and much to become at peace with before the gentle tug of seeds deep in my soul wanting to grow with all the possibilities.

I have been so blissfully buried amongst pages and pages of inspiring books and this one has flipped the mind.

Environmental arts therapy and the Tree of Life by Ian Siddons Heginworth.  In its own words it guides us through the Celtic calendar to explore the relationship between the feeling experience of the human heart and the turning year. Practical, poetic, innovative and magical, it eaches us how to take the personal issues that bind and oppress us out into Nature where they can be met, confronted and transformed.  It is has the perfect remedy for this place of Pause, January. The place between the tomb of December and the womb of February.

This book is for anyone who loves Nature.  This book is for anyone who longs for meaningful ritual and seeks to make it a living part of their lives. This book is for anyone who loves the magical language of metaphor and is beginning to understand its boundless power to manifest change, and this book is for anyone who loves fairy tales, myths and stories and wonders at their possible meanings.

This book has refined the beginning of the year for me.  Instead of getting caught up in the drama and disappointment of a New Year, unrealistic resolutions pitched at the wrong time,  I am convinced of the importance to stay inward, to deeply listen and to wait in the stillness for the seeds to waken with the light of spring.