“It is winter proper; the cold weather, such as it is, has come to stay.  I bloom indoors like a forced forsythia; I come in to come out.”

--Annie Dillard 


At this time of year, as the brutal weather of January and February wraps us in its chilling embrace, and darkness greets us in the morning and travels home with us after work, spring is a longed for guest whose arrival seems impossibly far away.


Yet, in times past, winter was as welcome a guest as spring, for it was a time to slow down, to ease up on the chores of plowing and planting, weeding and harvesting, hunting and gathering. In the midst of the struggle to stave off hunger and cold, winter was a time for gathering around the warmth of a fire and putting hands to work spinning and weaving, mending and sewing, and carving and making.  And while hands were busy, stories of community life were shared, along with the entertaining and enlightening stories of myth and fairy tale.  Creativity and imagination were given time and freedom.


Even now, when electric lights, computers, and television battle the darkness and the shorter days, somewhere deep inside, our minds, our bodies, our souls, respond to the urge to hibernate, to gather around the fire, to put our hands to some creative endeavor.  Like the seeds of winter wheat, in the dark soil of stillness and silence, the seeds of imagination and spirit are germinated and fed.  Winter is a time for us, as Annie Dillard says, to “come in to come out.”


All creativity needs a period of rest and incubation. Just as Mother Earth slumbers under her winter blanket of snow, gathering resources and energy before her burst of creative rebirth in the spring, we, too, need this time of outward-seeming inactivity, a period of turning inward to meditate, contemplate, and just be.  Every year at this time my husband complains of feeling more tired.  I think it is just our need to hibernate along with the rest of Nature, to stop trying to push our schedules and calendars to their maximum tolerance, to replace some of our frenetic action with mindful stillness, reflection, and creation.


Winter is a good time for reading, both in your field of interest and outside it as well, in order to plant the seeds of new ideas and possibilities.  Winter is a good time for dreaming, both awake and asleep, and for recording those dreams for exploration and inspiration.  Winter is also a good time for experimenting with new crafts and revisiting old ones. It’s also a time for cleaning and organizing our creative spaces—and our dreaming spaces as well.


By the time spring arrives in her green gown and birds are singing outside the window once again, you can be ready to move back out into the world with renewed energy and clarity of vision.