In a conversation with a friend, I admitted quite freely that I really dislike winter. I don’t enjoy it at all. It’s dreadful. It’s cold and dark and I feel like I slog through three months on the verge of illness. I know I’m not alone in this experience; in fact I think it’s pretty common. But as the Byrds will tunefully remind us, the seasons will turn and turn and turn. Where then, is the way for us to learn to welcome the darkness and the cold? And how can we do it seasonally and figuratively and emotionally?
This year, I’m working on inviting into my consciousness the simple truth that coldness and darkness are a natural part of the annual cycle. Thus far, I’ve really fought with that truth, which is silly, because it doesn’t get me anywhere. Here we are, year after year, with the same dreary circumstances. I’m working on opening my heart to the truth of it. And maybe once I do that, we can figure out how to be friends.
I think for some people, inviting peace with darkness in figuratively and emotionally is harder than welcoming seasonally. For me, it’s actually easier under circumstances that pertain to the heart than the more logically progressing change of the seasons. Leading with the heart has always felt more natural to me than leading with the mind. In either case, though, I think the same starting place holds true. If you don’t stop fighting with the truth, you won’t ever feel at peace.
Happy Sunday! Thanks for reading.