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Winter
It’s winter. I cherish this white and noiseless time between the bustle of our Christmas season and the start of the new year. Since moving to Europe, it’s taken me a few years to learn to fully appreciate winter. Now, I know it’s one of the reasons I wanted to move here in the first place: I needed a real winter, I needed its pause and reflection, its going-underground, its gathering-of-forces, its quiet stripping away of the unnecessairy, its gestation for new creativity to emerge.
WINTER.
I needed a real Northern hemisphere winter, I needed its pause and reflection, its going-underground, its gathering-of-forces, its quiet stripping away of the unnecessairy, its gestation for new creativity to emerge.
Written in English.
It’s winter. I cherish this white and noiseless time between the bustle of our Christmas season and the start of the new year. Since moving to Europe, it’s taken me a few years to learn to fully appreciate winter. Now, I know it’s one of the reasons I wanted to move here in the first place: I needed a real winter, I needed its pause and reflection, its going-underground, its gathering-of-forces, its quiet stripping away of the unnecessairy, its gestation for new creativity to emerge.
My ancestors are mostly German, Hungarian and Swedish. They were Northerners at home in vast forests with hostile winters. While living in South Africa was all I knew as a child, the world did feel upside-down somehow, with Christmas at the height of summer. Coming to Europe felt like returning to a native land, I felt beckoned by the forest, embraced by the local botanicals in hedgerows and meadows. It’s here that my internal rhythm can truly sync up with Nature and allow me to follow her cycles as she inhales and exhales in great breaths of life and death.
Here are glimpses of this past week’s winter walks, as the old year has crawled into hibernation. Underneath the frozen earth, I can almost feel the roots and shoots secretly strengthening.
It’s winter. I cherish this white and noiseless time between the bustle of our Christmas season and the start of the new year. Since moving to Europe, it’s taken me a few years to learn to fully appreciate winter. Now, I know it’s one of the reasons I wanted to move here in the first place: I needed a real winter, I needed its pause and reflection, its going-underground, its gathering-of-forces, its quiet stripping away of the unnecessairy, its gestation for new creativity to emerge.