This has been a hard winter for most of the country. Even here in moderate North Carolina
we got over 8 inches of snow. (I used to live in Wisconsin, so I am NOT whining about it!)
I like to think of winter as a place and time worthy of its own significance — not just a
waystation to a better place and time. Winter is a time for me of dreaming and planning
(maybe this year we’ll get started on that Japanese style garden) and also a time when I
find myself temperamentally suited to hunker down and get some ‘real’ work done, such
as a project I’ve been putting off.
But even with this positive spin on the winter season it does help sometimes to be reminded
that it is not eternal. And like modern-day Persephones we will return again to the world
of flowers and fruit.
Carol has written a little poem about winter to remind us of Spring:
Even as winter approaches,
image the shimmer of soft spring,
that mad metaphor for grace,
sleeping in the raw. (by Carol Pearce Bjorlie)