Tuesday, February 19, 2013
A Cup of Water and A Crust of Bread
The simplicity of winter has a deep moral. The return of nature, after such a career of splendor and prodigality, to habits so simple and austere, is not lost either upon the head or the heart. It is the philosopher coming back from the banquet and the wine to a cup of water and a crust of bread. ~John Burroughs
Winter is like a blank canvas...the colors are missing, and it's up to us to find them elsewhere and create our own picture. We must turn inward and find the vibrancy we're searching for. For this reason, it's the most challenging of the seasons, I think. Mother nature strips away the distractions and we find ourselves in a more contemplative and stark state...we must search inside for our colors. And sometimes they hide from us! So we seek, we ruminate, we gather up what colors we can...and we wait. Meanwhile, thank goodness for the sun's light...it offers some brightness to an otherwise drab landscape.
Winter creates a gratefulness about nature's colors...when they're taken away, we can't wait for them to come back again! With spring's first blossom, our spirits blossom, too.