. . . Reflection
January may be a time for new beginnings, but in this coldest of months it can be hard to find the enthusiasm to launch whole-heartedly into new things. I prefer it as a month of reflection, particularly when the cold weather brings with it clear blue skies, and sharp air; weather for bracing walks to de-fog the mind and encourage thought, coupled with a return to the warmth, where notepad and pencil in hand, in front of the woodburning stove, those thoughts can be laid down as plans for the year ahead.
Coming after the end of December’s merriment, January’s frugality makes it a month to be remember to be grateful, and to turn our appreciation towards the little things and simple pleasures that each day affords. For light on dull days which end in a sudden sunset blaze beyond the back garden, for the open fields in which to wander, for clear night skies filled with a multitude of stars to reaffirm our humility. We are not the be all and end all of life on earth. We share this wonderful world with a multitude of other life forms, each playing a part in keeping the whole alive and in good health.