“Plants and animals don’t fight the winter; they don’t pretend it’s not happening and attempt to carry on living the same lives that they lived in the summer. They prepare. They adapt. They perform extraordinary acts of metamorphosis to get them through. Winter is a time of withdrawing from the world, maximising scant resources, carrying out acts of brutal efficiency and vanishing from sight; but that’s where the transformation occurs. Winter is not the death of the life cycle, but its crucible.” ― Katherine May, Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat in Difficult Times How has winter forced you to adjust how you live in the world? Both the season of the earth, and the season of the soul? If there is something in particular that precipitated a winter in your experience, how did it require you to change your rhythms? Was there grief that came with the loss of what-had-been? What is your sense of what your soul and/or God are inviting you into in this season? How are you needing to winter, to cozy up, to let something in you lie dormant? How are you being invited to rest?
Posted by Jamie Bonilla at 2023-03-03 14:30:01 UTC