It approaches from the North, hiding behind the retreating shadow of the dog days of summer and the beginnings of the lovely cloak of red, gold and bronze being weaved by Persephone herself. As she dresses the trees in their magical garb and prepares them to walk down the spiral staircase to rest, the wind prickles ever so slightly. Is that a chill in the air? The breath of the Dark Moon as it makes its way toward us?
I come from hearty stock. I was raised on the belief that winter is a formidable enemy and that we must prepare for battle and never stop fighting. March on and shovel and blow and plow and take your ass under the house with a hairdryer to thaw frozen pipes and repeat. Over and over until the spring comes…
This is why I am more than a little bit concerned about my first winter “back home”. I have no truck with a plow. I’m contemplating getting a walk-behind snow blower and I’ve already ordered a portable generator. In terms of surviving I can probably cope. In terms of thriving and being able to get to and from work, well….a great deal of that is beyond my control. I have a portion of road before I even reach the highway that often blows shut so I’m told. There is a hay field on one side and a corn field on the other. Recipe for winter disaster. When I was a kid, we’d go to the grocery store on Saturdays. A similar situation would occur on a stretch of highway between the town where the store was and home. I always wondered why the heck we went to the store if it was supposed to snow that much? But, that was in the days before 24 hour Super Walmart and both my parents worked so there really wasn’t much choice…
Winter simply exists to make life more difficult in my opinion. Folks know I’m not a fan so this isn’t news to anyone. Take any given problem and experience it in the winter and it is 10 times worse. Winter is the stone that grinds you down. It is meant to test you and hurt you. It is meant to scar you. I have absolutely no use for it really. I’ve tried to embrace it in terms of magic and spirit and the Wheel but I.JUST.CANNOT. And so now I try to come to terms with the fact that I have to fight to live through it, both figuratively and literally, crawl toward the light like everything else and bask in the sun when it returns.
LOL Winter, you cold fucker. I’m not naïve enough to believe I can win against you. I will simply have to do my best to outlast you.