Many today yearn to live closer to ‘nature:’ a term, nay, a reality with many rich, diverse aspects. From primitive diets and organic farming to bare foot shoes, cold showers and breastfeeding, trends indicate a growing sense that nature, and particularly human nature, gives more direction for life than we have recognized. In this vein, living according to seasons is worth our consideration, especially in the heart of winter.
Some gifts of nature are hard to recognize. The wise encourage us to begin with docility, and even more, with gratitude. Grateful eyes always see more. Giving thanks, even before understanding, opens the door to see what is really there.
We need winter in our life. And where most of us live, the seasons are a yearly reminder and call to embrace this truth.
Winter tends to be a difficult season. But already a deeper truth is coming to the fore. Of course some seasons are harder: this is part of the gift. There are at least two aspects of the gift of winter worth our noticing: the gift of rest, which comes of slowing down, and the gift of conversion, which comes of the cold.
First, rest. In a pre-industrial society slowing down in winter came naturally. There was not only less time and opportunity to work, there was also generally less to do. People even tend to move slower in the cold. Yet today we don’t slow down and we don’t work less. How we drive in the snow seems a kind of emblem of our attitude. We want to use technology to be able to drive just as fast and far as ever regardless of the weather.
Winter calls us to slow, which calls us to rest. I love the words of Dallas Hartwig who suggests winter is a time to be “more present with fewer people who mean more to us.” That is rest in a rich sense. More present, with fewer people! Surely this means especially at home. Winter calls us home. It asks us insistently: where is the hearth around which you gather with those you love?
Second, conversion. This one is more elusive and abstract, but every bit as real. Conversion means turning toward something better, which always includes turning away from something else—something we want. It is a change of heart. If it weren’t turning away from something we want there would be no drama. There would be no dying. But there is both in real conversion.
Extreme cold kills. But this death is necessary. I think of my asparagus; it must die, otherwise no amazing spears will emerge in spring.
Winter is time for fruitful dying. Certain things in our heart need to change. Just as all around us things must die, or go dormant, in order to live, so it is with us. This is the time for self-examination and new resolutions. It is the time for Lent, and a Lenten attitude. We can begin simply by enduring, hopefully without complaining, the real travails of cold and wintry weather.
The natural world seeks not to freeze our heart but rather quite the contrary. Freezing fingers, freezing ground, and even freezing pipes offer an opportunity to remember, refocus, and redirect; toward what really matters. And to give thanks. For nature is always, always teaching, coaxing, reminding, and encouraging. Even as a loving father. ~ ~ ~
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Thank you for this. We appreciate your writings. Looking forward to Wednesday quote & reflections!
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You are very welcome, Brian & Monica, and David!
The temps in Wisconsin have been below zero for several days now. Just last night I stood in my yard with the falling snow and gave thanks that no weeding was necessary. Thank you for this lovely article.
Amen, Nancy! That’s looking on the [b]right side!
Winter being my favorite season there’s so much I could comment on about this wonderful reflection on the season. I think the one thing that comes to mind is using the term “slowing down” between 1994-2000 I worked for Old Jack Tiffany a 5th generation dairyman in Lyme Ct, on a quintessential New England dairy farm. Jack’s wife Sue always had oatmeal ready for the winter help before the morning chores were to be started, sitting in the kitchen with wood-stove ablaze and keeping all within nice and warm. On bitterly cold days with temperatures in single digits or worse Old Jack was found of saying “it would be a slow day” The farmer was cold, the machines were cold and the cows detested the cold. And sure enough Jack was always right because in bitter cold weather you never moved quickly. This week with many mornings in negative temperatures a thought back to Jack as we did our morning chores for the goats and chickens in cold crisp air and moved about slowly as we accomplished the tasks at hand.
I love the images you’ve shared, Teddy. What memories! Thank you for giving us this window into your experience of the ‘slow’ of winter!