I don’t know about you, but, in November when we set our clocks back by an hour, I move into slo-mo .
I actually love the quiet energy of late fall and early winter; falling into long hours of darkness, the first frost, and bright star-lit nights, engender my search for a quiet cave where I, like the black bears, search for shelter in a womb-like tight, shallow space, in order to rest and give birth.
Did you know that female bears give birth while in the trance-like state of hibernation? One or, occasionally two babies are born, suckle, and are kept warm by mama-bear’s thick fur during the frigid days and nights of the deep woods; she may occasionally extend her long red tongue to catch a few drops of melting snow from the cave’s rooftop, thus ensuring an adequate supply of her thick, oatmeal like, milk to feed her babies.
While in the quiet of winter’s short days, humans of all gender identities, are oftentimes inspired to breath, push, and birth their creative projects or ideas.
"In the hushed embrace of winter's stillness, ideas gestate like seeds beneath the snow, patiently awaiting the gentle warmth of inspiration to awaken and bloom into the vibrant tapestry of creativity." (author unknown)
Once the eggnog has been consumed and the flurry of December’s holiday activities have subsided, I bow to the merriment of January’s snowflakes, their magical presence swirling outside my window, while I generate the substance of my memoir - breathing, pushing, as I birth words, paragraphs and chapters, knowing that the completion of its physical birth will arrive once its unknowable gestation time has been concluded.
My wish for your personal gestation time is that you honor your creative muse, allow yourself to give-in to her voice, draw, paint, make jewelry, dance, write, or do whatever your inner creativity calls you to birth.
I believe, that by boundlessly expressing our creativity, we can each birth peace in our hearts, our souls, our country, and the world.
Join me there!
P.S Paid Subsribers will soon have free access to my library of older shamanic musings. As Rachel Maddow says, “Watch this Space.”
Interestingly, I declined a holiday gathering invitation this evening in favor of staying home with a warm beverage and catching up on reading (and getting ready for collage in BYTS this Sunday!)
Love your writing, Dory.
Can’t wait to read your memoir!