We are in the habit of imagining our lives to be linear, a long march from birth to death in which we mass our powers, only to surrender them again, all the while slowly losing our youthful beauty. This is a brutal untruth. Life meanders like a path through the woods. We have seasons when we flourish and seasons when the leaves fall from us, revealing our bare bones. Given time, they grow again.
~ Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times
~ Image: Egor Kamelev on Pexels
Curating Quietude 
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