Though we complain about it, there’s a sweetness to the dark time. It’s as if our adult outer shell, tired of battling with slick roads, doing chores in the dark, numb fingers, and the sluggishness of moving about with layers of down, fleece, wool and whatever else we can use to keep the cold away from our skin, retreats for while in quiet moments and the child within returns. For me, it’s an excess of Nutcrackers–I see the ballet two or three times a season for the way it brings me into the family the dancers create–or chocolates, or pies. Sometimes, it’s the moment I take each morning to run my hand under the manes of the horses, lean in to their thick coats and breathe in their rich smell.
So, what small thing or things do you do to keep the inner self energized during the cold season? What do you look forward to that’s not part of the revved-up Christmas industry, but comes from the things all around you?
Tags: dance, horses, not complaining, Nutcracker, poetry, Psyche, winter, writing, writing prompt
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