As the winter starts to kick in, I’m thinking more and more about what it means to live in harmony with the seasons.
It’s 6PM on a Friday and I’m fucking tired. The sun set an hour and a half ago – and though the sreet is lit and the bike co-op is calling me, I cannot avoid that my body craves rest. I’m drawn to my couch to write this.
The sentiment that I’m meditating on tonight is one of hibernation:
if the bear hibernates, why don’t we?
I’m not suggesting that we crawl into a cave, don’t eat and sleep all winter with the same extremity that a bear does, but I am suggesting that the bear is onto something… why push the body at a time like this? Don’t give what you don’t have. The winter is not a time of abundance so why approach it with the same intensity that you would in any other season?
I am still and won’t fight.
Do I have space for you?
No.
I have a place for you,
Slowly.
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