06/11/2025
Wintering
I write this from my bed, with a virus, my body calling me inward. There’s something in me that’s always been comfortable going against the grain. While the world hums with busyness - always somewhere to go, something to achieve, I find myself leaning toward stillness.
I used to think I was a summer person. Out there with my big, bold ideas, obsessed with the sun, fuelled by light and possibility. But as I get older, I find myself more and more at home in winter. Not because I like it, but because I value it. I’m thankful for its quiet insistence that rest is necessary, that everything has its time.
Slowing down, saying no, doing less, feels like my rebellion. My gentle f**k you to a world that worships exhaustion, extraction, endless productivity.It isn’t always easy to resist that pull. But I’ve learnt the hard way to listen.
Change is the only constant, and nothing in nature resists it. Everything responds, adapts, rests, and renews. So I take my cues from nature.
As we move toward winter, I’ll relish what it asks of me (where I can): more sleep, slow-cooked stews, deep reading, long pauses. A time to turn inward, to learn, to listen.
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