I know winter.
I wish I didn’t but I do.
One of the most cliché advice people tell writers is “write about what you know”.
It’s a tired rule that nobody uses to measure up their work anymore but there’s something different about writing on what we wish we didn’t know.
The things we stare in the face everyday unwillingly always teach us something valuable. I wrote about using winter’s stillness to find silence within ourselves a few months ago. Ever since I wrote Winter Stillness and the Magic Bush, I’ve made it a point to look at winter with no prejudice. I want to find peace within myself and accept its presence.
It’s not easy. Every half-year of my life I struggle with winter’s harshness. Winter lasts about 6 months out of the year. That’s 13 years of my life spent getting to know it. That’s also a lot of time spent hating it.
As I type this my dry hands hurt and I remember I hated winter today too. I will also hate it tomorrow with the 5 inches of snow that awaits us.
Going from inside to outside and to inside back again everyday I get reminded of the extremes our human life is ruled by.
We have day and night, light and darkness and winter gives us even more to balance.
They say you can’t appreciate happiness if you’ve never known sadness.
Snow reflects the light that surrounds us and we have to walk in the cold and dirt.
It forces us to seek light within ourselves to re-establish the balance.
Winter teaches us commitment.
We have to find our own sun and warmth and do it daily.
Mine is cuddling with my cat at the end of the day and sipping endless amounts of tea.
What is yours?