I’m early, I know.
Advent is not officially upon us, but the shitty greyness of November sure is.
We are smack in the middle of the time of year when everything is bare, grey, and tired.
Not quite officially Advent, the season of mystery, of waiting, of germinating in the darkness so that we may blossom in the light is definitely upon us.
What better way to embrace it all than to try some new stuff?
This year, it’s all new to me; my home, my relationship status, and most significantly, my role as a mother. Whatever you call your celebration of light in the darkness that you celebrate, the reality is November is often a month of feeling less than sparkly.
As always, I’m embracing it. All of it. Well, at least I’m trying to. Trying ‘new stuff’ may help ease the doldrums, but is it the solution? I’m not so sure about that.
Being able to be still in the darkness takes incredible strength of mind and spirit. Allowing yourself to feel it deeply without running from the discomfort may be the secret to rising into the light refreshed and enriched. It may also send you to the psych-ward for a few weeks. Chacun son gout.
I try to remember the significance of the tiny lights twinkling in the cold and the darkness. They are the symbols of hope when we are not sure of our place and where we belong, and sometimes that’s all we have.