by W. David Stephenson
All things considered, it is not my favorite season.
Forcing us to stay inside much of the time.
Limiting our opportunities to get together with others in large groups.
Come to think of it, winter has a lot in common with COVID. As someone in the group said the other day, it’s as if we’d been in a dark cave during COVID, a little disoriented, and waiting to get out, but a little apprehensive about what we’ll find.
But there’s another side to Winter that I want to explore today, one that’s less understood, but hopeful and essential to not only nature, but also our inner lives.
I first learned from Toni Stone of Wonderworks Studio, the productivity coach who we lost six months ago, that seasons were central to her teachings. As Toni said about Winter:
“This is the time of sacred nights, a wintertime process of deepening roots. Our ability to go down deep in life is sourced from the contemplations of the winters. This North direction invites us to go within, rest, and reformulate views. Our culture must come to appreciate the need for this phase of rebirth.” - Toni Stone, from Seasons of Prosperity
I don’t think I appreciated this phase of rebirth until this year.
I was always too wrapped up, especially during the holiday season, in the hustle and bustle of shopping, and the push to finish projects before the year’s end. Then after the new year, we seemed to push on, propelled only by grit — hoping to hang on until Spring.
This year, aided by two weeks flat on my back courtesy of COVID, was different.
I started to appreciate the critical role that Winter plays in the cycle of life — and of thought.
Think of the seasons and what each represents.
Spring is full of activity: coming outside again literally and figuratively. Planting new flowers. Planting new ideas. The days are longer — right up to the Summer Solstice, the longest day.
There are lots of expectations (but perhaps, as we have learned this year, but enough expectancy!).
After the Solstice, things begin to wind down imperceptibly, but we don’t notice it until the end of Summer, because we are busy tending the plants and ideas sowed in the Spring.
Finally, all this frantic activity comes to its conclusion as we harvest our crops and bring projects to conclusion in the Fall.
Nowhere in all this activity is there really a chance to reflect. We need a time to slow down, to reduce things to their essence.
We need Winter.
This Winter, I took advantage of our restricted activity and reveled in how it reduces things to their essence. The majestic tree trunks and branches that were obscured by the leaves during the rest of the year. The non-migratory birds, perching before they sweep in on the feeders. The few deer still wandering in search of food.
Equally important was what I couldn’t see: the seeds nestled beneath the snow drifts, conserving their nourishment until the warmer weather comes.
Indoors, the Winter is also a blessing. Somehow the arm chair and cup of coffee or warm cider is more enticing now than in other seasons. The longer time available to sit and read tends to anchor us, and I’m more likely to read more thoroughly and reflect on characters and their motivations and pause to reflect on all matter of issues — and even started journaling about them. As in our group, I also sometimes think for the first time about death and its meaning.
Most of all, I’m less judgmental. I forgive acts by others that used to enrage me, understanding that they, too, are under incredible stress and may act in ways they wouldn’t otherwise. I even tend to cut myself a little more slack when I find it hard to write for a concentrated period of time.
Winter. I still can’t say it will replace a spring breeze, or the pleasure of watching the nesting birds from my swinging chair while waiting for the meditation group to begin, but I now see it as a crucial part of the circle of life — and the one most likely to yield insights about what’s really important about our lives.
by Toni Stone, from Seasons of Prosperity
….winter is reformation, winter is recreation …
This is the time of sacred nights, a wintertime process of deepening roots. Our ability to go down deep in life is sourced from the contemplations of the winters. This North direction invites us to go within, rest and reformulate views. Our culture must come to appreciate the need for this phase of rebirth.
Winter is a time of transformation, an enormously powerful period. We have been all around the directions, full circle now we survived the ordeal.