Like Flowers in Springtime

Like Flowers in Springtime

2017-08-18T13:19:56+00:00 January 26th, 2009|Dare Dream Do, Personal|

Last fall I took a hiatus from blogging.

There were a number of reasons that played into this decision.  One of them, which I didn’t recognize at the time, had to do with the days getting shorter, the weather colder.

At night we sleep, and in that sleeping there is resolution and renewal, both physically and psychologically.

In the winter, we do something similar.

FirstFlowers

Source:  istockphoto

But because we can’t fully hibernate, living off our mental and physical reserves the way animals can, there needs to be some activity.  Activity in which we tend to and care for ourselves.

We each tend to our selves differently.  The how isn’t important.

What matters is that we do.

And when we do, and the long winter is over, we will again burst forth with life.

Like flowers in springtime.

What are some of the things that you are doing to nurture yourself this winter?

  • I am FIRST, being aware of the fact that I do need nurturing! This has been enlightening for me, and I feel good about taking time for ME, and not guilty about neglecting someone or something else that I could be doing instead (because there is ALWAYS something ‘else’). I have been doing a lot of reading, and have enjoyed picking up a few projects on the side (ie sewing bedspreads for girls’ bedroom, exercising and getting outside to ‘play’ everyday. Yesterday it was throwing snowballs, and I have done some sledding and ice skating. The outside does wonders for me.

  • As I read your post I realize that even though I don’t like the cold, I like winter. I like to stay in, do less outside stuff and more of the things I usually ignore, like organizing, writing, etc.

  • belle

    this is so beautifully expressed, whitney…a testament to what you are saying…that this winter-tending to yourself leads to fresh energy to create beauty for others

  • Amy Jo

    This is wonderfully expressed. I wish I knew off the top of my head what I did for me in the winter. I miss walking, which is me time. Thank you for reminding me of this, again and again.