Hoo. Had no idea I’d been gone so long…
I’ve been away.
Not in the “absent from” sense, other than the normal-for-the-time-of-year inability to feel genuinely invested in very much beyond the need for hibernation, but, rather, in the more-there-than-here sense.
Winter has always been a fruitful time of the year regarding inner work: the need to take stock, review and plan the next cycle. The final harvest in, there is little else to do between the first rains of November and the Equinoctial storms heralding drier days ahead; ideal for planting…
Well, that’s the way it probably should be.
Modern sensibilities leave little space for introspection in the way that the natural hiatus between, and of, the seasons do. Always “on”, 24/7, 365 days a year. Many ills of the modern world might be much relieved by taking greater notice of the rhythms of the seasons, and simply aligning our levels of mundane activity to better match the energies they bring.
This year, I must confess, has been particularly difficult. As above, so below. As outer, so inner. The internal schisms, less “clean cut” than those of the outer, nevertheless raise doubt, distract, and form limpid pools of stagnation, and, yes, fear. Very “winter” winter, indeed.
Ironic then, just as the days are beginning to stretch out and the reborn Sun shines hope into the darkness, along comes the, terribly named, “Beast from the East”. HELLO SNOWDAYS!!! Whilst the rest of the country appeared to ignore all requests “not to travel unless your journey is absolutely essential”, causing all sorts of mayhem in the process, we remained cut off from the world.
Once the storm force white-out conditions settled into a silent shroud of pristine white, I was minded that chaos is not a permanent state, despite evidence to the contrary; and that, often, out of that state, must emerge a sense of peace, and, ultimately, a quiet calmness, verging on grace.