Just a week ago we set the clocks back an hour. I’m not crazy about this time switching. Sometimes I pass all my hours in a windowless office with barely a glimpse of nature’s light. Those are sad days. The beat of my heart is connected to the sight of clouds, birds, the changing light. I need to see the sun, to feel even the wannest of warmth from winter rays on my face. I don’t do well in the dark.
But I will learn to function in the new reality of this season, to embrace this chance to shift inward, to reflect. I’ll make it work. When necessary, I will rage against the night, plan for the future. Spring will come. I will gather what I need to enrich the soil in my garden. I’ll gather friends and fill my house with laughter, ply them with good food and drink to sustain us through these dark days and take comfort and strength in our solidarity. And tonight – there’s a promise of an extraordinary moon to light the way through the dark. I’ll take that as an offering of hope.
4 thoughts on “Dark Season”
Thank you Tricia, for your inspiring ode to the upcoming winter. I wish you well.
I love what you say about embracing “this chance to shift inward, to reflect.” Not only the shift to the darker hours of winter invite this inward turn, but all dark turn of events in the world and our personal lives. I think you were gently reminding us of this, and I do appreciate this reminder.
An apt metaphor for this week, for me. thanks
I love this. Perfect message right now!