I was taken by the concept of finding in my spiritual and emotional state a reflection of the seasons, ever since I first read about it in The Seasons of Change: Using Nature’s Wisdom to Grow Through Life’s Inevitable Ups and Downs, by Carol L. McClelland.
I don’t know just yet what season I find myself in, precisely now, but I do know that I have been living with, sitting with, and walking with many people I care about who are deep in the coldest winter. By that, I mean that they are in darkness, they are hurting, ill, afraid, or feeling weak and their energy is turned inward, gathering, waiting for —or perhaps creating— the spark of the winter solstice, when light returns to their landscape, and with it hope and fresh determination to move forward.
I have been feeling bruised, sensitive, tender. And, even though the winter here has been unseasonably warm and snowless, the outer landscape has still mirrored the bare winter in my loved ones’ inner landscapes.
So it’s no surprise that I forgot! I forgot that, even as the (north of the) northern hemisphere is scrubbed down by winter, even as the trees stretch bare limbs to the cold sky and the ground is hard, in the south the season is summer. I forgot that even if my inner landscape is blanketed by snow, my neighbor may well be bursting forth with ideas and the new energy of spring, or thriving, relishing their confidence in summer.
Remembering that, I am filled with joy, I feel renewed. That, perhaps, is the spark I have been yearning for!