January could be termed the sweet-and-sour month. We kick–start it off celebrating and sipping on the sweet wine of new beginnings. But all too soon the warmth of the holidays dies out, the skies darken and the winter chill seems to nibble its way right down to our bones. The sinister flu-bug sneaks around taking unwary victims prey. And the unripened sour grapes of hopes and dreams- yet unrealized, can leave us feeling empty and depressed.
But we do not have to eat the sour grapes; we can choose rather to water and fertilize the dreams we have planted. It takes some resolve to shake off gloom’s icy fingers, but we can turn up the heater, bundle up in warm clothing, grab a hot cup of tea or coffee, and with a pen and dream-journal in hand, write down all our dreams, our hopes, and our desired tomorrows.
Winter is a time of hibernation, of stillness, of letting old things die away and designing our future. Sunshine is just around the corner. But for now, while the days are dark, and though the heart be heavy, just remember that it is during the darkest hours that dreams are forged. Take advantage of this quiet interval to cuddle up with your soul and nurture it with special love and attention. Let it speak the secrets that need to come forward. Let it cry the tears that need to be shed. And let it be comforted with the vision of new and good things to come.
And most of all, have faith in your dreams; bask in their deliciousness, as if they have already manifested; and be sure they will!