Where Warmth Begins

Winter doesn’t come to break us.
It comes to teach us how to keep warm.

In the quiet of cold days, as the world slows down, a pot on the stove gently simmers, and the scent of cinnamon doesn’t spread through the room - it settles straight into the soul. There is no rush, no noise. Only patience and trust that something good will come from waiting.

Into the compote go the fruits of summer, given by nature as it knew how - sometimes abundant, sometimes modest, but always sincere. Preserved, dried, saved with the thought that one day they will become comfort, warmth in cold days, an answer without words.

Compote teaches us a quiet wisdom:
not to measure life by quantity, but by care.
That from what we have, if we give it time and tenderness, we can create something that warms from within.

Because life rarely arrives perfect.
But if you cook it slowly, without bitterness, with gratitude - it can become a delicacy for the soul.

Not to sweeten.
But to soften.
And to remind us that warmth always begins from within.

Zima ne dolazi da nas slomi.
Dolazi da nas nauči kako da grijemo.

U tišini hladnih dana, dok svijet uspori, šerpa na šporetu tiho krčka, a miris cimeta se ne širi prostorom - nego se spušta ravno na dušu. Nema žurbe, nema buke. Samo strpljenje i povjerenje da će iz čekanja nastati nešto dobro.

U kompot se spuštaju plodovi ljeta koje je priroda dala onako kako je znala - nekad obilno, nekad skromno, ali uvijek iskreno. Sačuvani, osušeni, spremljeni s mišlju da će jednog dana postati utjeha, toplina u hladnim danima, odgovor bez riječi.

Kompot nas uči tihoj mudrosti:
da život ne mjerimo po količini, nego po pažnji.
Da od onoga što imamo, ako mu damo vrijeme i nježnost, možemo stvoriti nešto što grije iznutra.

Jer život rijetko dolazi savršen.
Ali ako ga kuhaš polako, bez gorčine, sa zahvalnošću - može postati poslastica za dušu.

Ne da zasladi.
Nego da omekša.
I podsjeti da toplina uvijek počinje iznutra.