Hibernation
So I love winter. I love the cold.
I don’t love to be cold. I love to be snuggly warm. I love scarfs, I love warm wooly, fleecey jumpers, I love gloves, I love boots.
But I’ve realized part of what I love about the cold is the staying warm inside. it’s the staying warm. it’s the looking through the window with a fire blazing beside you. And I like it.
But as much as I love to bundle up and walk outside with Bugs even in the cold. I figured out last night (thanks to a letter – a real letter – from an old, dear friend) that I love winter because I love to hibernate. It’s the season of hibernation. I love to stay home, stay warm, curl up under a blanket, hang with Bugs, read, watch movies, light candles, listen to music. Hibernate. Creation does it. And low and behold, Sally does it, too.
I hibernate. I am hibernating right now. My season of hibernation.
And I was thinking this morning – hibernation is necessary for life. hibernation is necessary for me and my life. The pioneers of the faith – and my spiritual heroes – call it the holy habit of solitude. I like hibernation better. And that’s not to say that I’m connected to people in hibernation mode … I suppose I"m just a bit more particular about where and when I connect.
This morning, I realized I was enjoying hibernation so much that I didn’t want the cold to end.
So alas who knows what will spring forth in a month or two (or next week given that I live in Nashville, TN where the seasons change on a weekly basis)…
… but for now
all is well.
I’m hibernating.
