“…the beauty of personal dormancy.” Gail MacDonald
I could get lost in that phrase…the beauty of personal dormancy. Personal dormancy speaks to me on many levels for one thing, it sums up why I’m so enamored with the season of Winter.
I have, I know, an unrealistic view of Winter. I romanticize all things “snow”, but in my defense I live in the deep south and when we get snow it’s a stinkin wonder! A miracle I tell ya! For my entire life my experience has been if snow is predicted in Atlanta a celebratory mood descends. We Georgia natives scurry about getting groceries, making sure we have what we need to make soup or chili, chocolate chip cookies and of course hot chocolate. The local weather person may as well be an archangel giving details about the coming of King Jesus. We shush each other every time they break into a regularly scheduled program to give the scoop on the “Storm of 2010 (just insert any year!). There will be no school. No work. No errands. No driving ANYWHERE for the love of Pete, because Southerners CAN NOT drive in inclimate weather!
We snuggle in and watch as our bleak landscape is covered in the magic of … (usually) less than an inch of fluffy white bliss. Ahhhh, the beauty of Southern Snow…which is unfortunately, as scarce as hen’s teeth.
You can see how easy it is to be born Southern and be completely enamored with snow! But my love of Winter goes deeper. My love of Winter is a soul thing.
In Winter when the world is dormant there is something quite divine going on behind the scenes. Preparation.
The quiet of winter.
The lack in winter.
The stillness in winter.
All in preparation for Spring.
Winter is necessary. Trees and flowers cannot be in bloom in every season. Nor can we.
For some reason I feel a bit more at home during seasons of dormancy. It’s how I’m wired. It’s where I’m content. Secure.
It took me a long time to come to this realization. I spent years berating myself for needing down time. Years trying to emulate others by being super social and super involved, only to burn out and fold up, feeling like a complete and total failure.
These days I’m a little gentler… with me. I more carefully move through each season choosing to accept what each has to offer…this is one of the ways I’ve learned to “manage me”.
Is there a season in which you’re most at home?
PS…if you’re a born and bred Southerner who can in fact successfully maneuver an automobile in the rain, sleet, snow or hail, please accept my sincere apology. I’m just stating the facts as I see ’em. 🙂