Winter is the best time
to find out who you are.
Quiet, contemplation time,
away from the rushing world,
cold time, dark time, holed-up
pulled-in time and space
to see that inner landscape,
that place hidden and within.
This from a Vermont poet who knew what deep, cold winters can be like made me think of our own Canadian winters. I know some of us dread it, shiver with the cold, long for the warmth of the sun, don’t love to shovel snow. Some of us love the winter best of all for its opportunities to be out on the land by skis or skating. For myself, it’s more that winter tends to go on, and on, too long. But Budbill offers us another way to look at this season.
This is the best time, he tells us, to find out who you are. Because winter means more darkness, the quiet that comes with a muffling blanket of snow, it gives us contemplation time, time to withdraw from the habitual busyness of our lives, the rushing world. We don’t have to live in a monastery to be reflective, to consider how our lives are unfolding.
It is the time of cold and dark, holed-up / pulled-in time and space, a time we only get in these long months. He is reminding us that this is a time to see that inner landscape if we are willing to look within to what may be hidden. Perhaps this may speak to you, call you to some contemplative time. Who are you really?
In addition, I would like to add a link to a piece I wrote on the deep connection of mindfulness and poetry at the kind invitation of a UK site devoted to meditation practice. I encourage you to take a look at their lovely site and many offerings. Here is mine: https://www.everyday-mindfulness.org/poetry-as-mindfulness/