I’m still on winter – hmmm, I guess you might call this a tangent? When I got up today it had snowed. Not very much - we haven’t had as much this year as we’re used to in southeastern Michigan. It was probably an inch and a half or so. But it did the trick, transforming the gray landscape into a wonderland. The sun was shining and everything was covered and sparkling. My drive to work was slippery but delightful. Again, I marveled over the quiet beauty that is the season of winter, my new muse.
Dignified, regal, elegant in its simplicity, winter is the soul of reflection. It is the contemplative season, ceasing outward activity for tranquil introspection, keeping sweet secrets that will surface in the spring in a vibrant rush of new life.
Winter is the guru of cyclical nature, leading us to slow down, reflect and savor the warmth of hearth and home and family and friends, and to forge a mental path for the days to come when time will be stolen by other outdoor activities. Relish the solitude, the chance for brief intervals of hibernation; to recharge and become enlightened.
The Zen of winter.
