It is during our darkest moments that we must focus to see the light. Aristotle Onassis
While many of us in colder climates feel the darkest shadows of winter in counter productive ways, this year has felt barren; the lifelessness of dormant trees sticking out of a flat dull sky, muted color and the absence of a pulse save any kind of vibrant color. While each wave of news crashes in on itself, I've been left feeling rather empty, barren, null and void. And it hasn't helped that this time of year tends to be the slowest. So I was ever so thankful for an escape away to the land of perpetual sunshine and warmth. To see green and growth and to feel the waves wash away the undertow of lackluster hope. Sometimes a change in scenery connects me back to what is real and true and ever lasting and digging into the pockets of hope and inspiration, I'm able to see the jewels of truth.
