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January Fading

Dor-mant:  Quiet and Inactive, as During Sleep
(Free Online Dictionary)

The end of January is fast approaching.  Soon, catkins will begin to appear on the trees.  Early bulbs will gently poke their heads out of the wet, cold soil.  But until that happens, we are still in the dormant time of year.  Quiet, inactivity is actually quite busy.  Take, for example, the ewes that are lambing or the tiny buds that are beginning to swell on the fruit trees.  Effort ... to produce fruit.

If you think about sleep, it is extremely necessary for our health and growth.  The quality of our sleep does determine the quality of our day, our lives.  Toss and turn all night?  You wake up groggy and quite frankly, not a pleasant person to be around.

Ask yourself, how am I using the dormant season?  This year I am learning some new things.  Julia Child said, "...no one is born a great cook, one learns by doing."  I'm trying new recipes.  Today, I took a class on email/social media marketing.  I'm trying my hand at some paper-crafting and sketching...and the creation of this Blog!  The possibilities are endless.

Quietly, active ~ Missy


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