The Cold Season

Thanksgiving has come and gone.  In a fitting shift of energy, snow once more entered my world, swirling through the air, sprinkling the grass like powdered sugar, and filling my family with excitement.    It is interesting how our modern comforts have turned this time of year into something joyous.  To our northern ancestors, there was real danger in the winter, physically, of course, and spiritually.  Snuggled in our heated homes with plenty of food and access to more just a car ride away, it’s easy to forget the threat of snow.

And yet we remember the importance of coming together.  I did a lot of that this weekend.  My family gathered to feast and visit.  We shared our food and drink.  Outside, the Cailleach was waking up and chilling the world.

Now I’m home once more and am thinking about the Winter Solstice.  As is traditional, I am plotting to bring in evergreens to remind me of the green world hidden under the snow.  That’s one of my favorite Yuletide traditions, really.  Despite the cold and the now downplayed threat it brings, there is still the promise that it will end and the green will return.  It is part of what makes the cold season so beautiful to this modern Druid.  It is fleeting and must be enjoyed.  It’s like the fire we dance around in the summer – something to be celebrated and respected at the same time for it’s creative and destructive properties.  And here in the North Country, winter is a huge part of life.  Some people up here complain about it to the point where they become tedious.  The cold season is part of this land and everyone who lives here.  The Cailleach is part of this land and touches each of us.  It is best not to fight it but to embrace it – the light and dark of it together.

5 thoughts on “The Cold Season

  1. The last few lines are perfect! I live in the Midwest, and my mother complains about snow and cold every year. Save some money and move south then! I look for the beauty in every season, in each raindrop, ray of sun, snowflake, or leaf.

    Blessings,
    Victoria

  2. I love how you can see the sky through the bare tree branches. And you can see how graceful the limbs really are. Then there is the full moon shining on the snow of the pasture. The whole of my world turns silver.
    But I do remember the fear and uncertainty my ancestors felt, knowing tht hard winter was upon them. We are very blessed to be able to enjoy the dark, quiet times. /l\

  3. Commenting at the other side of the Winter Solstice, I welcome the coming back of the light and the defeat of the cold.

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