Raise your hand if you are weary of this here present season. I. Usually I don’t think too much about what the weather is doing. Living in the midwest doesn’t stick us with too much of anything really to get all shaken up about. But goodness gracious, this has been a doozy. For one, this has been the first year of real farm life and it has taken me outside more than any time in my life in the summer months. I really am not a fan of hot weather. For two, I am at an age that sends me into smokin’ hot mode. Almost on an hourly basis. Actually Pops and I are realizing that stress and anxiety are triggers for those old hot flashes. So every time I engage in a conversation with anyone that has any substance at all, it sends me flashing. I have decided it is not worth talking any more. Oh yeah, this blog entry is about the weather. I could write a whole chapter on that other subject. Can I just ask, DOES IT GO AWAY? ANYONE?? DOES IT?
What is your favorite season? Why? How does it nourish you? What does it bring to your life?
As I said, seasons don’t last too long around here. I never really get a chance to tire of it before a new one comes along. And with the arrival of a new season there is a feeling of romance. New sensations. Breezes. Sun. Clouds. Snow. Rainstorms. New growth. Hibernation. Rest. They all bring a coziness in their own way.
Winter is my favorite season. All the other seasons are nothing short of spectacular but, for me, none like the solitude of winter. If you have spent any time with me here, you may have guessed by now that I love and cherish solitude. The silence of winter. All the critters sleeping. The trees standing quiet and humble in their bare nakedness. I could stand to learn a thing or two from the trees. Many people don’t like winter. Too long. Too cold. Dark.
Our seasons can be compared to a day in our life and we can see how important “winter” is.
Morning…we are coming alive after a long nap greatly needed for rejuvenation. Spring.
Day… life is busy and a buzz. All engines are ignited and we are in full motion. Summer.
Evening… life is winding down. We prepare ourselves for quiet time. Autumn.
Night… quiet and packed away. Silent and dark. Hibernating. Winter.
We spend as much time (or we should) in the night hours as we do the day hours.
Winter is a time for renewal. For rest. Our bodies desperately need this time for slowing and regeneration. And to do this, we need quiet. God gives us quiet. Sometimes when I go outside in the winter it is deafening, beautiful, silent and still. It is a time for listening.
Take time to rest every night. Take time to rest every winter. Take time to listen to what silence says to us.