Cold: When Winter Beckons

Musings about the seasons

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I’m not usually much of a hot drinks type of person, but just lately, I’ve found myself craving herbal teas. I think it’s partly down to the weather turning colder. Winter is most definitely here, and I am /so/ not ready for it. I’m struggling with my Reynauds, and all I seem to want to do is curl up under a blanket.

I know part of this is down to the depression. I’d be stupid, and in denial if I tried to say that it wasn’t, but it’s not all down to that. I think part of it is actually inbuilt. When nights get darker, and the cold winds blow, we find that we actually automatically turn towards more wintry things.

The thing is, although it makes me sad, when we mourn the passing of summer, I’m actually learning that it’s okay to embrace those things like blankets and hot drinks.

I guess, it’s the same as in life. We have times of spring and new life, and then, we have the times of winter; of death, and dying back, before new life can spring up again.

There is a time and place for every season, and we must learn to embrace this.
This is something that I’m slowly beginning to learn.

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