The Night Was Bright

I've grown to accept the extreme temperate climate of Wisconsin. When the snow takes an unnaturally long time to come, I feel a heavy hesitancy. It is as if we hold our breathe for inevitable transformation - tip-toeing and gazing up at the sky in waiting. Without our beautifully miserable snow, we just can't get on with the seasons of living. It feels as if we are stuck. When it swirls down, the sky opens the gate of flurried energy. It permits us to move along with life and sort through the chaos. Although I've craved warmer climates for years, I don't know how well I would do without my intense seasons. They are a part of my DNA.

There are actually seasonal changes to the cellular composition of the blood. Imagine how this effects our spirit, and how ignoring those emotional signals associated with intense change can harm us?

Check out this post about How to Survive Winter Even if you Really Really Hate it.

Would love to have your comments below about creative ways you get through this season.