Waiting, silent and wrapped in the dark of the year, in a cocoon. My bones ache, my blood is sluggish, only my awareness is sharp and watchful. I’m hiding until I’m ready to emerge again -waiting for the light. What I’m really tired of is the sense of feeling besieged by this world I live in – not the natural world – but the world of humankind and all it’s foolish ideas about what is important. Mostly I grieve the waste of everything, so in-my-face at this time of year. What has spirituality got to do with any of it? What place has grace and gratitude in most peoples lives? I try not to sink into despair – so I wrap up my bones and hide for a while, restoring my energy if I can.