I sit inside on a bitterly cold winter day, grateful to be cozy and warm, trying to ignore the call that comes from outside my window. The trees…the light…the beauty is shouting to me. I have been closing my heart to this all day, forcing myself to ‘stay on task’. I can resist no longer.
Stepping outside, I wonder what this iced over landscape is saying to me. Is Nature holding up a mirror so I can reflect on the parts of me that are frozen, cold and immobile? Am I like the trees encased in the cold, rigid with my old, outdated thoughts and patterns? Am I being asked to notice the exquisite beauty in the ordinary sights and events of my life?
I am reminded of a poem from the end of last year that fell out of my heart. It’s message will not leave me alone and has become a theme for this winter.
Here I am again.
Here I am again with this old habit.
Here I am again with this old habit that fits me like a glove.
Here I am again with this old habit that fits me like a glove two sizes too small.
This beautiful union of water and light reminds me to see in new ways. I look at what was ordinary and commonplace and see it in a New Light – each detail or nuance highlighted and unmistakable. While all around me people are pushing against Winter and yearning for Spring, I sit, thrilled with my brief journey into a land of ice and cold – grateful for the Wisdom of Winter in my life.
Oh! don’t get me wrong…I will revel in the Sun’s warmer rays and the feel of balmy breezes when the time arrives. Maybe then, these old, outdated habits that are ‘two sizes too small’ will melt like the last of the ice and become nourishment for new life in me. But for now, at the end of this day, I see that I have been offered a gift.
In the steps of an icy, cold walk at the end of daylight, when the sky is a combination of brilliant blue and shades of orange, and ice clings to everything in sight, my heart is full.
And I am grateful.