I find that this often-quoted fragment by T.S. Eliot is my mantra through many winters. I hope it inspires you to take a lesson from this deep season – to be still, to wait, to let the darkness lead you and find a new way to dance.
I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope
For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love,
For love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith
But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting.
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought:
So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.
(From Section III of East Coker from The Four Quartets by T.S. Eliot)
