Even in my winters, I diligently, tenaciously plant seeds for the life of my dreams. Because even hope must be nurtured by the direct action of unwavering faith. In the bareness of naked trees, gray and cold, I still touch fertile soil, dig deep and place the seeds of creativity, and in that moment feel the warmth and promise of a bursting spring. Elizabeth Vega

Everyone needs room to breathe life into their imaginations and a space to create their own reality--one that is far removed from the scrutiny of the world, where personal demons can be greeted and tamed, where angels can be entertained and minds can freely swim the waters of contemplation. Because it is here in this safe quiet, we touch divinity and for a moment hold in our palms the power to create and give birth to ourselves.

Winter always turns to spring.

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

I do not break or bleed, with tears and tenderness of heart, I absorb hard lessons. Sense far beyond present places. See scars turned to maps of where I've been and how far I have come. They will tell how I arrived ripe in my own center still full of juice and joy.

The moment your imagination strikes; picture it, write it, draw it, create it and master it.