The last 12 months have been the year of The Hermit, you know, the narrow path? Brought to us by the raging global pandemic. Add in a snowstorm this weekend, and hell, that Hermit-like existence is the perfect pick to click.
"Surrender Dorothy."
Yes. No sense fretting, or fighting, or complaining, or wishing for Spring. Pandemic Winter is here. Now. Best to just deal with it: hunker in, take stock, bundle up, grab a good book, cook up a hot meal, do less, dream more.
Lesson. What is the lesson? There are many things we just have to accept. The path has narrowed. There is still a way forward, we just need to adapt, adjust, evolve. Be flexible. Take what comes. It's ok. Winter. Surrender to the cold, the snow, the wind, the short days, the long nights. It's not forever. It does have it's stark beauty. Go with that, for now...
