The Fallow Season
There’s a particular kind of guilt that comes when your spiritual practice goes quiet. You wonder if you were ever really doing it at all. Here’s why that question is the wrong one.
There’s a particular kind of guilt that comes when your spiritual practice goes quiet. You wonder if you were ever really doing it at all. Here’s why that question is the wrong one.
Autumn fades and winter approaches, and I can feel life slowing down. The older I get, the more I realize that even in this winter of the soul, there’s a quiet beauty waiting to be seen.