When the Calendar Turns but Nature Doesn’t: A New Year’s Walk Into Winter’s Truth

On the first morning of the so‑called new year, Link and I stepped out into a world that refused to play along. The wind cut sharp, the goldfinches shimmered like tiny lanterns against winter’s dark, and everything-fields, trees, creatures—remained firmly in the season of stillness. As we walked, it struck me how far we’ve drifted from nature’s rhythm, rushing into resolutions while the land itself rests. This winter, I’m choosing a different path: one shaped by the wisdom of the ancestors, the quiet teachings of the hedgerow, and the first steps toward creating the Stepping Into Crone tarot.