With a sheath of snow, the world looks so beautiful. As it does in the glory of greenery. But this in-between time as the quilt of white becomes worn and threadbare and the frozen, sodden grass wears through the clean, fresh cover, this is not so lovely.
It’s another of those in-between times, a transition. And I feel like I should pay more attention. I’m inclined to try to ignore it, sit here by the fire. Not because it’s so cold out. It’s just. . . a bit unpleasant. Muddy, patchy ground. Slush. Not so frigid as the deep winter, but somehow more chilling, more grey. I’m happy to hunker in and ignore it. Yet today, as I sit here hiding away, I sense that there’s something profound going on that I’m missing.
Each movement of the seasons is important. Metaphorically as in nature. We tend to highlight the highlights ~ the pristine beauty of fresh snow, glorious colours of cherry blossoms and rhododendron, sunshine and abundant gardens, and the glory of trees just before the orange and yellow leaves fall. That and critical events like fire and flood. Those same kinds of moments are what we also focus on about our lives.
Yet so much of life is movement through transitions. The in-between are their own season. The melt time, the browned and rotting petals, burnt grass and starkness. And it’s not even that there is no beauty at these times, more that we have to shift our gaze to see it. We learn to see what is, not what is no longer. There can be green grass and snow. We just have to figure out how to walk in it.
This space of thresholds is sacred, delineating places, acting as portals between moments and dimensions. But in nature, in life, unlike in houses, they’re more than brief passageways. More like a hallway than door jam, although even a door jam is significant.
So I am looking at this like a passageway. At basic, passageways get us from one place to the next. Ideally they are honoured in their own right and invite us to observe their unique beauty, their invitation to consider their place in time. They guide us between two moments and to reflect on the significance that may hold. What will be revealed as the snow melts? What thrives in mud? Who am I as I walk toward that door?
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