Monday, December 10, 2018

Winter:


The Growing Season

I believe in process. I believe in four seasons. I believe that winter's tough, but spring is coming. I believe that there's a growing season. And, I think that you realize that in life, you grow. You get better.”
Steve Southerland

I was determined to be more open-minded about winter this year. Since the summer was so relentlessly hot, I told myself that this winter would be appreciated in a new way—I would bask in the cold air; I would not complain. But now it's cold and wet and my power has been off for two days. It's forty-nine degrees and dark inside my house. The power company is now saying on their ro-bo response line that, “due to unforeseen circumstances, they are reassessing the situation.” Liza and I have been forced to relocate. As much as I love the friends we're staying with, I am not happy about being uprooted. I'm struggling once again to feel gratitude for the winter season.

In searching for quotes about winter, I found lots of uplifting words. Albert Camus said, “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.” Lovely, right? Paul Theroux wrote, “Winter is a season of recovery and preparation.” And then, there was Anton Chekhov, who said, “People don't notice whether its winter or summer if they're happy.” Uh-oh! I'm afraid that “invincible me” is still hiding out in beautiful autumn, or loping ahead to green and flowery spring.

Here's the part I can get on-board with—I do believe in that growing season. I agree that we grow and get better over time. That is, we do if we learn the lessons presented along the way. If we are able to incorporate into ourselves new understandings about life and how we operate in the world, and carry that new learning forward, things do, in fact, get better. It could even be said that we sometimes happen upon “unforeseen circumstances, and have to reassess our situation.”

I'm trying to adjust my attitude toward winter, but it's kind of like, “if you believe in fairies, clap twice.” I'm clapping—sort of. Soundlessly.

                                                         In the Spirit,
                                                            Jane

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