On
Tuesday this week we were kissed by our first hard frost. Oh it was
worth the numb fingers to go outside and admire leaves, grass,
flowers and trees in their crystal finery! Childishly watching my
breath and grinning like it was Father Christmas rather than Jack
Frost who had called, I teetered on the pain-pleasure border as I
took these shots. This is a thin, brittle line nature plots;
beautiful in its sparkle but dangerous in its slipperyness. Slightly
sadistically, I welcomed what this sharp glitter would do to the
garden pests whilst nervously pondering what it will do to the
polytunnel's inhabitants. This year has seen me become less
benevolent towards slugs and snails, and a little obsessively
overprotective towards the veg patch (which is currently looking its
most productive all year).
I
recently worked my first massage session following maternity leave. I
encouraged each client to be aware of their shoulders in the cold
weather; there's a natural tendency to hunch them up and curl them
forward. It's like we're hugging that warmth in, that last scrap of
warmth. Pulling ourselves in to keep us all together; nurturing,
protecting our heart space whilst spreading our back as a shield.
It's understandable.
But to
tense shoulders this hunching will probably lead! We need to circle,
shake out, squeeze up and stretch; creating space between our bones
and feeling it. We also need to wear long, chunky scarves, In this season, where we see our landscape harshly
stripped back to its bare bones, we have the chance to feel space.
Space that follows the busyness of springtime sowing, then the
headyness of summer and then after the exhaustion of the rains, winds
and/or work of autumn. November can seem such a miserable month;
cold,wet,dark and – in the UK – with no festival yet to brighten
and warm our hearts and homes.
An alternative celebration can be to
find and welcome that space; what has been lost or sacrificed to make
way for the new? What can be created in these long evenings? What can
be dreamt of for the coming year – and beyond? What can be
nurtured, maintained or repaired so that it is ready to be reborn all
freshened up and shiny? How exciting!
Stay
cosy ♥
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