Winter isn't one of my favorite times of year. I have never really and truly been attracted to cold and icy weather. I love to look upon it and watch it, but to actually go out into it....well let's just say the Sun has to be out on those days and then I get the most of the vitamin D then scurry back into my cave. I am definitely one to hibernate once the snow hits.
I have grown to truly appreciate the season though, in a way that, for me, is very, old and thoughtful, instead of brash and reactive to the ridiculous temperatures that produce ice and sleet!
My greatest source of comfort is the procession of the stars and how our Earth and Nature lives and breathes as teachers of many lessons. You'd be amazed at how much you can learn about yourself and this world and how to emotionally cope and grow by simply paying attention to the ways of the seasons. The Earth knows when to let things die, when to make things thrive and when to cull and nurture.
We could surely learn a thing or two from her ways.
Today I'm compiling a few Winter poems and thoughts. These are my musings on this time of year. It more or less covers the 2 weeks from the Winter Solstice through until the New Year. For me and my family, creating stories to honour the old ways while relating to the present is something we enjoy. The story telling that once was is something I wish to revive and so I do within our home. Last year I was sent word that my poetry was used during a few family celebrations as a way to honour our lives, our ancestors and our children. An opening to their feasting, a prayer, a reminder. This was indeed a great honour that left me quite humbled. Bringing old to life again and teaching a new way, far away from the materialism of the last century.
Flesh and bone shake hands and wish each other well, for one becomes the other and back again.
It is the simplest, most intricate events in this life that cultivate slowly to make the greatest things happen. These small weavings through time are a treasures we often overlook. Walk each moment in a way that leaves you whole and not wanting. Not always the way it goes but surely the way most rewarding, most memorable and most pleasing when hindsight sits at your feet, beckoning you to understand the lesson.
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Your medicine is in the woods.
Your pharmacy is in your kitchen.