While quite a few people seem to have driven themselves into a frenzy of Christmas anxiety buying stuff and doing things, I have slowed to a very relaxed pace. Nature gives us ample hints this time of year. Early darkness makes it inadvisable to carouse outside and cold makes it uncomfortable. We’re invited in. Light the fire. Light the candles. Cook warming meals. Snuggle up with a good book or some music. Rest. Reflect. Take a breath. Nature is at rest now, however glorious a few of its displays might be.
The greens are pale, leaves mostly gone. Each year I watch this and it comes too soon.
I used to dread and fight the change of season, but now I try to relax into it. Because here’s the thing: it’s not the timing, sooner or later than expected, but the reminder to hunker down, stock the pantry, gather the firewood, acknowledge the darkness, that matters.
Just as there is high summer, there is also midwinter, and we were warned. We’re warned every year. Bottle the light. Lay in a store of cheer. Weave a warm cloak with the soft yarn of your life. Merry Christmas and very best wishes for the new year.