It doesn’t matter how much I complain about winter. The cold, the never ending shoveling, the lack of light and how difficult it gets for me to manage my moods during this dark and cold time of the year.
Bottom line is that after all, I am Canadian, born and raised. And try as I might, some part of me will always enjoy winter. Crazy, I know. But there is something magnificient about icy and snow covered landscapes. It adds a layer of softness to everything around. The sounds become muffled, being absorbed by the snow, and nature offers a calmness to anyone willing to stop and listen to it.
It is so easy in life to complain about what makes us unhappy. But just like winter, I find that if we stop and listen, we usually can find some beauty, some calm or inspiration from what seems to, at first, get on our nerves.
And as we stop and listen to what life brings us, I find that we find a clarity of thoughts. A better perspective on things and life. And we come out on the other side with an added layer of understanding and softness.
And as I realize just how much winter is actually a part of me, I want to fully embrace it and take advantage of all it has to teach me. Because I now that I’ll miss it when it’s gone. Because I am from the North. It’s in my blood. It’s part of who I am. And I never want to forget that.