Winter First Feathers by Murad Sayen Winter T here are definite seasons which mark our creative lives. I was born in winter and it is as good a place as any to start.
Winter is a dormant time, a time when all living things withdraw.
It is also marks the transformation from what was, to what will be. We call on our reserves to bring us through this season. The experiences that we have gathered through the hectic times of growth and harvest are now called on for succor. It can be a dark and cold time for the creative soul. Winter tests our resolve and measures our strength.