There are two types of Wisconsinites – those who hate the cold and those who don’t seem to mind it. Those who hate it, snowbird to warmer states or sit bitterly complaining, or eagerly counting down to a mid-season vacation to anywhere WARM!
The season of winter, though, has its place in my heart. For me, it is quiet and still, where time doesn’t seem to move too quickly. The nights are long and dark. The crisp air is fiercely cold on our skin and at times takes our breath away. It is in this slow-paced season where we can burrow.
Comfort is craved as we reach to throw blankets and fuzzy socks. Perhaps there is a fire burning. A warm drink on your side. Perhaps soft music is playing. Is there a remote nearby? Is there a book in your hands? A story pulling your attention in.
Regardless, we burrow. It’s less dramatic than hunkering down. We lodge in a place of retreat. We take refuge from the world too weary to traverse the hazardous roads still ice covered from the last storm.
Alas, we have snow and all it’s beauty. Something that is worth the burden of cold days. Pure, white snow. It is clean and beautiful. This swirl of magic from Mother Nature is a certain gift from our Creator. When the sun is absent, the air temperature is warmer, but marginally so. (We won’t see fifty degrees for another three months.)
In the dreariest of days that pile onto one another, we can welcome the opportunity to burrow for just a little bit. Certainly, we brace these elements as we go about our busy days. But there are moments at home to light a candle, warm some soup, pause. Appreciate the season for what it is. It is a time to go inward and take care of yourself.
“While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat,
winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease.” Genesis 8:22
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I love to walk through the forest after an ice storm. It is very quiet and the icicles sparkle. It is like walking through an enchanted forest