One of the traditions that Andy taught me a quarter of a century ago was the burning of wishes on the seasonal equinoxes. It is on this day when we write our wishes/intentions for the upcoming winter on a piece of paper, then light them up for the universe to take up in its arms and manifest their hopeful completion.
Wishes and prayers sent phoenix-like into the sky – and a winter sky is often the wondrous and mysterious of all the seasonal skies. Sometimes you have to look very closely to find its beauty and distinction, but when you finally unlock that that secret, it opens up a world of subtle ambiguous gorgeousness. Shifting perspective is a vital component of enjoying winter; without the cold, there can be no coziness.
