I'm not sure if it's winter weariness that is already set in, or if it's a reaction to stressful life circumstances, but it's taking a toll on my body, mind, and spirit. The words "my soul is weary, even unto death," keeps rolling around through my mind, though take not that this is not remotely suicidal ideations (of the physical, more like my soul is simply longing for something joyful once again).
My monthly yoga magazine showed up in my mailbox this week and I read a story about "Winter's Warmth," which highlighted people who are "darkness lovers," people who "cherish the radually increasing darkness of November," and I longed to have that outlook on life. I'm a light and warmth lover, though I do love the festive feeling of Christmas-time with sweaters and fires and hot-cocoa.
Looking at the calendar I'm aware that it's early in the season and the months of darkness ahead seem insurmountable.
So how do I reframe the season of darkness and weariness? Or, rather than fighting it, should I recognize it as natural (for even the animals this time of year become sluggish and tired), and go easy on myself?
About Me
- Jenna
- I'm tired of grocery-list journal entries and doodling during boring lectures. I think it's fitting that I'm starting in spring, because creative writing and art is a lot like gardening to me, it's messy and dirty and even if dandelions grow out of it, it is still worthwhile and always a beautiful process. I'm interested in creative ventures and how I will implement them in my own life and in my counseling practice.
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Standing on the Edge- all text and art by Jenna Powers is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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