This is for "White Dog"
Another Facebook post prompts another blog entry...
Here's what a friend posted this morning;
"Another 10cm of snow last night what's that about 1000cm for the winter !! I'm done with winter it can leave now !!!!!"
Well, I'm quite sure, that not withstanding the ever so slight exaggeration, many of us have similar thoughts! It's been quite the winter! An early start, much snow, and the plummeting temperatures have made this season one for the record books, a test of patience and of resources.
It's not over...
If one were to personify this winter, this season seems to be a bully! Muscling its way into the year, forcing autumn off the playground; taking away our joys, compelling us with mean-spiritedness to seek shelter from its cutting winds... and causing us to tremble. Trembling not from fear, but from its icy touch!
One day, after a run-in with a local goon, my Mum said to me that someone, probably their mother, loves that person for some reason or another. She told me to look for that reason. So I did. That was a great piece of advice for a twelve-year-old! My hatred soon turned to feeling sorrowful for the bully.
After having aged, gained experience and having met many scores of people throughout the world; one in ten being a sociopath, one in maybe a hundred a psychopath; I've learned that not all bullies are even loved by their mothers! In fact, some mothers hate themselves for having created such a bully!
But we do learn lessons from bullying. A lot of our social skills can be attributed to bullying; we learn tact, patience, we even discover navigation! How to navigate a conversation so as not to rub a bully the wrong way, and in the worst case scenario, how to get home via a different route and avoid the bully altogether.
But this winter has been such a bully! And the only way I can think of dealing with it is by using my Mum's words... But paraphrased...
Mother Nature truly loves Winter! Mother Nature sees that Winter's harsh words and heavy handedness are not because Winter isn't caring or thoughtless. It's because Winter is not capable of acting in any other way. Mother Nature has given Winter the task of cleaning up after Summer and Fall, and to protect Spring's sleep. Winter will withdraw its heavy hand and icy stare from all the others in the forest when Spring is ready to awaken from that deep slumber.
So how am I going to deal with winter?
You cannot talk to Winter.
My feelings are inconsequential; Winter cares not for me.
I haven't the financial resources to steer clear of Winter. So navigation means I must walk and drive with care.
So I will look for those reasons that Mother Nature loves Winter so much. I will look for Winter's saving graces. I will find, and appreciate Winter's effectiveness, Winter's contribution, Winter's... BEAUTY!
One last word on winter...
"Every branch in me that beareth not fruit he taketh away: and every branch that beareth fruit, he purgeth it, that it may bring forth fruit."
St. John the Apostle, Chapter 15, verse 2, KJV
If White Dog is still with us, St. John's words will always be in her mouth...