With winter comes the passion of snow. Its grace, power, and ability to titillate (and ignite) our inner flame. Making the heat that much more enchanting and comforting. In winter, when snow has glazed herself as a cover for Earth’s soiling, fire is appreciated. Her warmth is a jewel of the sensory, during this time. Its intrinsic and carries a vivacious Spirit. Treasured and filled with caresses of gentility. When it snows, and during the coldest of winter’s, fire is celebrated.
We can imagine different scenarios of our use of warmth and fire, during the winter season. Sitting around the fireplace with yourself, family members, friends, a spouse, partner, or lover who cares to enjoy the comfort with you. That feeling of connectedness. The warmth of being next to love, and those willing to return that comfort back to you. Connecting their inner warmth with your flame. Making a powerful, soothing, and enchanting explosion. A performance of the meaning of using fire to keep one’s living space warm. Intertwining the physical with the emotional.
We can imagine the preparation of hot chocolate, cappuccino-or whatever warm elixirs of our taste buds, that we crave to greet us-upon our arrival into morning’s visibilities, from winter’s slumber. That hot feeling of one’s interior being awakened and reminded that one’s internal life source is functioning and in proper syncopation. Decorating our Spirits with the sensory of the season. The darkness and colors of winter are gentle reminders in our returning back to the beauty of black aesthetics, and the richness of magical ecstasy. Browns. Yellows. Oranges. Reds. Those energy colors, remaining invisible, as they quietly prepare for next season’s showcase.
If you are a writer or artist of the visual and verbal worlds, winter (covered in snow’s delicacy) is the perfect time for re-nourishing, re-channeling, and re-discovering your inner fire. A true meaning of Soul searching and keeping one’s inner flame, alive! And, the way in which it is done hints to the pouring of caramel. Slow, encompassing, and intertwining. It is patient and salacious. Bringing a euphoria of feeling that the end product or result will be appetizing. In the literary world, winter reminds us that we go through a period of re-examination. It is its own state of slumber, though it doesn’t mean that it is, asleep. Slumber never means that the work had stopped. Rather, it has slowed down, in order to allow the sultriness of movement to explore opportunity; or to try something over again. Nevertheless, this particular winter’s journey is titillating in magical secrecy; allowing us to explore the spiritual intimacy of capturing words and entrapping them onto paper for our personal and public pleasures. If we are painters (or other forms of visual artists), our perception of colors, shapes, and designs also go up for examination. Opportunities for discovery and re-examination of our craft also goes through a slumber period-while in the midst of winter’s snow.
Another attribute of winter is its tendency to remind us of winter’s blues. Then again, its a great question. Why is winter associated with. . .the blues? Who even developed the concept that winter is a season of sadness and loneliness? Did humanity make the mistake of being tricked by illusions of lifelessness? That the secret of winter is to present an image of being void of life forms, when, in actuality, she is hiding them, in order to re-birth them again? Oops! Mother nature played the biggest joke on many of us, during winter. Our ignorance made sure of that. And, lastly, when did blue become a sad color, during this time of year? Definitely a time for a little more introspection, wouldn’t you agree?
Re-connecting to our inner fire is one of the obvious themes during the winter season. For some, there is familiarity. For others, they didn’t even know that a flame was there. Pertaining to the latter, such is proof of the exploratory nature of winter’s internal warmth. If there wasn’t a winter, Spring would never come. Pretty straightforward. If one is to blossom, one must hide in slumber’s gaze. Taking note of all the colors, patterns, and masterpieces laying hidden in Earth’s bosom. Those she can see, and energies she wishes to experiment with.
The coldness of snow leaves footprints, as humans assist in this journey. Our breath patterns, captured when we are outside in winter’s paradise. Time well spent with loved ones when making snowmen/women, and getting into snowball fights. Being inside with coffee and tea, in hand, as we write or frolic with Mom and Dad. These are the experiences of winter. Sacred memories of winter, and, her Blue.
