Air like ice is clear and precise, as it does it’s best to find a way into the warm nest that is me, layers of cloth, woolen scarf wrapping around throat, and boots taking care of the precious feet that connect me to the earth. Snuggling into warm blankets and hot water bottles, the softness of jumpers and brightly coloured beanies keeping the crown from losing life’s energy, the heat of the force of life. The challenge of getting up for a yoga class in the cold, cold morning, feeling the body’s heat rising as the asana wakes the inner radiator and turns it up to full!
Demeter is mourning her Persephone as the land loses colour, and everything is moving within, into the dark place of gestation, the place in which we may await the coming of the light. With mid-winter just past, the days begin to grow longer and longer, gradually, slowly moving towards the warmth of spring, but until then I shall follow my instinct to dive into my deepest self. That part of me yearns for connection with community, with other likely souls, there’s no need to go apart in order to dive within, my hermit more and more, a distant memory.
And so I activate my body with movement, finding many different ways to keep the fires burning within, so that the icy wind becomes my partner in the dance, providing me with a delicious contrast to the warmth that is me in my furry nest. This summer girl has learned to love the winter months, especially here in the hills where the cold is dry and the mists are haunting, the warmth of my community as good as the biggest roaring fire. My soul is aflame with the joy of a new life, a new dawn breaking over the remains of the old ways of doing and being, the only luggage that I will take on this journey will be filled with that which serves me.
Ok, so I may still have some excess baggage, I’m a work in progress………..but the load is so much lighter these days, there are moments when I have to look down to make sure I’m not levitating!