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 Macmillian, “Rejunvenescence” , The Ministry of Nature, 1871
I am not a cold weather person. Winter is the season I spend the least time outdoors. While there is still much beauty to be taken in, I prefer to snuggle up inside. If nothing else winter makes me appreciate the other seasons even more.
I spend my winters coddling my soul. It is the season of homemade soups. I cook and bake a lot. I nurture myself by feeding my family. I get more reading done than any other time. I soothe my creative urges with quilting and other fiber projects. Winter is the season I have more time for writing. It is not unusual for me to have two or more projects in each category going simultaneously.
When I get cabin fever I bundle up and get out for a hike or photography shoot. That is all it takes to boost my spirits and rejuvenate my creativity.
Winter also means the annual quilt show outing for my friend and me. I look forward to this event all year. I get so many ideas and purchase great products I can’t find anywhere else. Most of all, I get to spend the whole day with my wonderful friend.
Nothing beats time spent with those you love. Of course, I get to do this all year. It seems more so in the summer, but the difference is the winter draws us in closer together. Relationships just seem homier rather than social and my heart treasure the comfort in that feeling.
I am a homebody so even though I claim not to like winter it is the season that soothes me. Winter allows me guilt-free time for myself. It is a time I pull inside myself and build myself up to offer myself to others. Winter is a soulful season for me.
Spin Cycle: Winter