Finally I can settle in for a long winters nap. I long for and I am satisfied by the kind of attention I can give to my self now that there is nothing pulling me away from me. I can love the things I really love when it is winter, like fire, naps, softness, warmth, blankets, seals, stories, writing and art. I have an excuse to hibernate in the cold weather. I have an excuse to say no. My mind nags me less with questions of should I stay involved? Should I go out? Should I see people tonight? The desire to bask in the warm, quiet presence of my home grows larger. I ask myself to listen more carefully than I do in other months. What does my heart in its cage of ribs really want? What does my heart that is so sheltered and in hiding, truly long for? What is it that I forget about in all the other seasons?