Some books arrive at the right moment, and Wintering feels like one of them.
Katherine May writes about the seasons of life when we slow down, turn inward, or find ourselves moving through a quieter, more tender chapter. She names the experience of stepping back from the world and tending to our inner landscape in a way that feels honest and deeply familiar.
Her stories weave together nature, healing, illness, solitude, and the quiet work that happens beneath the surface when we give ourselves time.
The writing feels spacious. Real. Permission-giving.
It’s a beautifully written memoir — tender, honest, and rooted in personal stories rather than advice.
It feels like the perfect companion for our own inner winter.
And for everything this season is asking of us.
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We’ll spend the whole season with this book. Take your time. Read a little, listen a little, or follow the themes as they rise for you. You don’t need to finish it to be part of the conversation. What makes this circle meaningful is the way we explore the book together over time, not how quickly we get through it.
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