Holding What Remains

Our part of the world has gone quiet in its own way -- not silent -- but pared down to essentials.

The chatter of leaves is nearly gone, replaced by the husky breath of wind through bare branches. Footsteps sound different on cold ground. The light itself feels closer to the bone.

In this thin, spare beauty, endurance takes a humble form. It looks like the pine tree that stays green, the small chipmunk that still forages, the river that keeps moving under its skin of ice. It looks like the ways we keep showing up for one another offering warmth, presence, and a willingness to witness.

green pines against a blue winter sky

To gather in this season is to practice faith in what lasts: that attention is sustaining, that even small acts of care echo further than we know.

Next week, we’ll meet in the forest to listen for these quiet truths together.

To gather what remains... in the land, and in ourselves.

Until then, may you keep noticing the lasting beauty of this season, and all that still endures.

Forest Gathering: “Gathering What Remains” — Saturday, December 6, 2–4 PM