Dear Winter- A love letter

Dear Winter, 

Within your darkness I try to rest my slumbering head but the world around me just keeps moving like a flash of hot lightening. I hear your whispers rooted in ancient knowledge “it is the season to slow down.” These whispers have become so shallow, a low hum only reserved for those willing to move in a way that feels quiet and calm. 

And I’ve never been all that great at being quiet. I like to be loud, in charge, fiery and full of pursuit. But as my bones age and my soul reawakens I am left with the burden that for these months of solitude, that is not the correct way to be. 

This is not to say that you are telling me to be something, or someone, who is not me. But this is preaching to me that I am to find a quieter, calmer way to let my fire burn. To let it warm myself and others around me while the world just wants to rest. 

The way our society is currently functioning is so against the natural flow. A new year in the dead of winter encourages us to SET GOALS, PUSH HARD, RENEW YOURSELF when the truth is we should take this time to just be. Calm our systems, reflect, welcome internal death, rest, hold an extra 5 pounds, be with loved ones.

The stillness that our souls have craved is pending within you dear Winter. 

I hold a reverence for your ancient wisdom Winter, and it makes me wonder if the backwards way we go about you is why I have always held disdain in your name. Although I am not sure you will ever be my favorite, simply due to my own internal Spring that breathes within me at all hours, I can take the time to sink into your value. 

The cold wind bites my skin, tickling me with the remembrance to let my cells regenerate into someone new in their own due time. 

My seasonal cravings shift in a way that primitively tell me I am part of this Earth. 

Born on an astrological clock of my own unique nature, coupled with an Earth of her own cyclical comings and goings, it is not always so straight forward of a blueprint on how to be. Reminding me to come back to my own intuitive navigation while listening to the loving reminders of our Earth home. Discerning which messages on how to be each and every day are actually for me. 

So, sweet cold Winter. I will listen when needed, slow down as I can, wrap my heart (and my body) in a warm cozy blanket and read a good book. I will patiently await the warmer, more driven months, and take the time to remember that I am me. Whoever that may be today. And I will thank the whispers for their loving reminder to just slow down. 

Love Always, 

Mo.