The changing seasons are regularly occurring transitions. They happen every year — four times. Yet each transitions is different, with each season having it’s own unique blessings and challenges.
As I get older I find myself more and more in tune with the changing seasons. Perhaps when I was younger I thought I was too busy to listen to messages from our mother the earth, or maybe I thought doing so would make me seem weird. As you get older, being weird doesn’t matter as much.
While I love Spring and Summer with clear days and lots of time spent outside by the lake, I have to admit that Fall and Winter have been more productive. As the temperatures cool and my thoughts turn to naps and nice bowls of piping hot homemade soup I also feel my mind and body start to calm down and get ready to receive inspiration and to work.
Winter is the time much of my art gets created. For me preparation for winter includes not only winterizing the house and car, stocking the pantry and getting out the winter clothes. My winter preparations would not be complete without stocking up on art supplies.
Listen to the wisdom of the changing seasons. This is mother earth’s way of preparing us for what lies ahead. We already know what we need to weather the upcoming changes. We just have to listen. These regular transitions can help prepare us for the unexpected ones if we just let them.
Nature looks dead in winter because her life is gathered into her heart. She withers the plant down to the root that she may grow it up again fairer and stronger. She calls her family together within her inmost home to prepare them for being scattered abroad upon the face of the earth. ~Hugh Macmillan, “Rejuvenescence,” The Ministry of Nature, 1871
He who marvels at the beauty of the world in summer will find equal cause for wonder and admiration in winter…. In winter the stars seem to have rekindled their fires, the moon achieves a fuller triumph, and the heavens wear a look of a more exalted simplicity. ~John Burroughs, “The Snow-Walkers,” 1866
I love winter! I wouldn’t be saying that if I had to get out and drive in the snow and ice. But at this time of my life I can arrange things to not have to get out in bad weather. I can just sit back and watch it snow while sipping a mug of nice hot chocolate.
But winter is also my most creative time. While it snows and blows I am working on my art. Ideas are plentiful and the motivation to create is strong. Maybe it’s because I am a winter baby, born in January. My mother loved to tell about walking to the hospital in the snow. What she left out was the part about living across the street. 🙂