I can’t think of a better gift to give you than to suggest that you go read Terri Windling. Here’s a tiny taste:
Here in Devon, it’s been a long grey winter…but every now and then the sun breaks through. I put on muddy boots, whistle for the dog, and we squelch our way through hills that glimmer “in the rustling wet” (to quote Van Wyk Louw’s poem) like the saturated colors of a watercolor painting. These colors remind me that grief will pass. Winter will pass. The months, the seasons, the Great Wheel will turn. I have re-learned joy many times before, and I am simply doing it one more time. The land that is now my home lifts and sustains me.
And spring is coming.
So mote it be.
Picture found here.