I live in the foothills of the Sierras, in a little town called Nevada City. In the six years that I have lived here, winter has generally been a casual affair. There has been just as many days in the 60s and 70s as rainy or "wintry" days. I have spent Januaries sunning myself on the rocks by the river. And last year, the first Daffodils bloomed in my yard on February 8th.
But this year has been different. We have had a ton of rain and even snow that has stayed on the ground for more than 24 hours. And it has been cold. We have had a couple weeks with nighttime temperatures in the 20s. It is still nothing compared to the winters I grew up with in New England, but I have to say I am loving it. I know a lot of people that would think I am crazy for loving the cold, sloppy gray days. And it isn't all
cocoa and embroidery, I am feeling all the parts that go along with winter. The tiredness that can feel deep in my bones, toes that never quite seem warm enough, that melancholy that seeps in around the corners of the mind. And I love all of that too. As I have gotten older and have integrated Ayurvedic thought more deeply into my being, I have come to appreciate all the parts of a cycle. We cannot always be in "sunny-I-am-feeling-high-on-life-summertime" - we would burn out. We need the down times, the reflective and still periods and even the periods where we don't feel 100 percent. We need to lie fallow and let the seed of what is "to be" in our lives to lie still in our depths, dreaming of what it will bloom into when the circumstances are right. Winter doesn't always feel easy or good. But it is the time to take inventory, to be still and to dream, and to get quiet enough to listen to what the earth and our bodies are telling us.