I find it very strange to talk about Winter, when in my country, according to the meteorologists, we are immersed in the heat of the year. But I don’t want to complain about this summer, which is being a little atypical and less hot, compared to the past few years and although we still have days to stay warm, in a week I’ll be on vacation and with a little luck, please, please…. I’ll be able to go to the mountains, a few degrees less than in the city, at least.
And to talk about winter, what better than going to the snowy Pyrenees.
Winter is a season in which the cold, the inclemencies of the weather and the longer duration of darkness, invite to look towards our inner world, as well as to cultivate the calm and silence.
It seems that everything in nature sleeps, as if to pause in order to gather the necessary energy to rise in all its splendor during the spring.
The winter solstice is the longest night of the year and is honored by many traditions as a sacred time of great spiritual richness to celebrate the light and rebirth of the Sun.
It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the snowflake, it is the fire of the frost, the soul of the solar ray. This cool winter air is full of it. (John Burroughs)
Winter mist, freezing, which leaves a white layer on the way up
The natural order of things is their transience, their incessant transformation. What changes most in nature during the winter, after light, is water.
Last winter brought us an implacable enemy, difficult to fight and which has mercilessly attacked the whole world. It has given us a lesson in humility. Everything indicates that by next winter it will continue with us, hopefully, if we have not been able to fight it yet, everything indicates that we will not, at least, be able to coexist with that monster and do what we can, to take care of each other. It is our only defense. Take care and stay safe!
Posted as part of Lens-Artists: Winter