Winter is someone who gets me. I mean I look forward to winter each year like I’m fixin to meet up with my best friend in the whole world. I just read your words and it was like eating my favorite foods and I’m now going back for a second helping!! So rich and delicious!!❤️
Beautifully detailed. Snow covers all blemishes and provides hope for a new day. That’s until in the city the mush turns gray. Country snow is the best snow ❄️
“I learned to be alone in a snowy winter forest. And that I was never alone. That a snow crystal is an inexhaustible source of awe. That streams navigate winter as cheerful prisoners locked in crystal palaces. That joyful shouts and absolute silence are the same language. And that bonds of friendship formed with winter birds are strongest of all :)” This is what I love so much about you, Sydney! You help my noticer (to quote David Perrys latest post) to notice better, and then I don’t feel alone either. 💚
"It's a hard won peace". Winter's cocoon is a beautiful time, space for healing solitude. A test of faith at the same time, courage to emerge into another spring. Turning point, here we are.
Yes, indeed. That was my artist self speaking (Painting has been my hobby for the past few years, beside embroidery, which i have restarted doing not long ago. I like photography, too).
Winter here in Canada means snow and cold and blustery winds. Winter means hat, gloves, a scarf and a good winter jacket and boots. Winter is also seeing the magic of birds (less than summer) and squirrels (also less) look for food, some of which I provide them. Winter is also when the song of sparrows is most precious. Once it was minus 20°C (minus 4°F) and they were singing so beautifully. I said, "How could I complain about the cold"?
So beautiful, Perry, thanks for sharing! So many of our winter experiences overlap :) I've never heard a sparrow sing in winter, though, that sounds delightful! I usually look forward to hearing the Barred Owl, who used to call much more often throughout the winter nights. Unfortunately, they've been very silent this season, and I hope they haven't left us...
This is so beautiful! Everything from the writing to the photographs fills me with wonder! I loved this so much that I wrote an entire essay inspired by your question, "What does winter mean to you?"
I'll post a link in my newsletter tomorrow morning and be sure to tag you.
Thank you for such a delightful bit of work and wonder!
Winters in Kerman [There's a village named Kerman in the US, too. That's NOT where i'm living] are usually rainless and snowless (If it snows in the cities, it soon turns to either slush or evaporates quickly. It also doesn't fall enough to create a thick layer. In case of villages and mountainy areas, most of the snows fall there, creating perfect stops for snow-lovers, moutaineers, and so on.
Anyway, i have mixed feelings about winter, a combination of hopefulness for spring's arrival, planning for my year ahead, and melancholy to see bare trees, seeing no greenery in nature (Fall's a bit better than winter because aside from seeing colorful leaves, you can still see some green leaves, too. Also, as an artist, i prefer colorfulnes to monochromacy).
So true, Negar, winter is definitely a season that prompts mixed feelings! But I also think mixed feelings are some of the most fruitful grounds to explore, with new realizations percolating through over time...Thanks so much for sharing your winter experience!
You're welcome, Sydney. Yes, mixed feelings are perfect for more in-depth exploration because each of them tell us sth. Sth else: In my opinion, mixed feelings are like collages, and making collages is a stark sign of our intelligence and creativity.
Simply beautiful Sydney. Thank you. Now living in a place without snowy winters I miss those we experienced in New England. Of course there are moments here of that wonderful silent life that Nature shares with us...but wow...snowy winters!!!! Thank you again.
Winter is someone who gets me. I mean I look forward to winter each year like I’m fixin to meet up with my best friend in the whole world. I just read your words and it was like eating my favorite foods and I’m now going back for a second helping!! So rich and delicious!!❤️
That makes so much sense, Kitha! Nothing says best friends like cozy sweaters and mugs of hot chocolate, such a winter vibe, thanks for sharing! 💕
Beautifully detailed. Snow covers all blemishes and provides hope for a new day. That’s until in the city the mush turns gray. Country snow is the best snow ❄️
Thank you so much, Diane! You're so right about the "dead snow" in the city 🤣
Just gorgeous, Sydney. Once again, your poetic voice both soothes and inspires me. 🙏💚
Thank you so much, Don!
Beautifully written Sydney and love the images and those ending words: "Adventure...awaits"
Thank you so much, Neil, I'm sure you can relate to that feeling!
Me, too!
“I learned to be alone in a snowy winter forest. And that I was never alone. That a snow crystal is an inexhaustible source of awe. That streams navigate winter as cheerful prisoners locked in crystal palaces. That joyful shouts and absolute silence are the same language. And that bonds of friendship formed with winter birds are strongest of all :)” This is what I love so much about you, Sydney! You help my noticer (to quote David Perrys latest post) to notice better, and then I don’t feel alone either. 💚
Thank you so much, Laura! That absolutely warms my heart 💕
Introspection
Yes!
"It's a hard won peace". Winter's cocoon is a beautiful time, space for healing solitude. A test of faith at the same time, courage to emerge into another spring. Turning point, here we are.
Beautiful, Noel, so true! ❄️
Yes, indeed. That was my artist self speaking (Painting has been my hobby for the past few years, beside embroidery, which i have restarted doing not long ago. I like photography, too).
Winter here in Canada means snow and cold and blustery winds. Winter means hat, gloves, a scarf and a good winter jacket and boots. Winter is also seeing the magic of birds (less than summer) and squirrels (also less) look for food, some of which I provide them. Winter is also when the song of sparrows is most precious. Once it was minus 20°C (minus 4°F) and they were singing so beautifully. I said, "How could I complain about the cold"?
So beautiful, Perry, thanks for sharing! So many of our winter experiences overlap :) I've never heard a sparrow sing in winter, though, that sounds delightful! I usually look forward to hearing the Barred Owl, who used to call much more often throughout the winter nights. Unfortunately, they've been very silent this season, and I hope they haven't left us...
I love the light during winter, it has a special glow. I also learned that I was never alone! I just wrote a poem about accepting loneliness
You're so right, Elizabeth, winter light is unique. What a beautiful poem!
"And I no longer felt the grief
I no longer feel alone
In this bright and beautiful world."
Thank you for sharing!
This is so beautiful! Everything from the writing to the photographs fills me with wonder! I loved this so much that I wrote an entire essay inspired by your question, "What does winter mean to you?"
I'll post a link in my newsletter tomorrow morning and be sure to tag you.
Thank you for such a delightful bit of work and wonder!
Thank you so much, Jason! I am totally looking forward to the read, and so honored to have been a source of inspiration :)
It means geese flying in formation through the great gray sky —
It sure does, Corie!
Winters in Kerman [There's a village named Kerman in the US, too. That's NOT where i'm living] are usually rainless and snowless (If it snows in the cities, it soon turns to either slush or evaporates quickly. It also doesn't fall enough to create a thick layer. In case of villages and mountainy areas, most of the snows fall there, creating perfect stops for snow-lovers, moutaineers, and so on.
Anyway, i have mixed feelings about winter, a combination of hopefulness for spring's arrival, planning for my year ahead, and melancholy to see bare trees, seeing no greenery in nature (Fall's a bit better than winter because aside from seeing colorful leaves, you can still see some green leaves, too. Also, as an artist, i prefer colorfulnes to monochromacy).
So true, Negar, winter is definitely a season that prompts mixed feelings! But I also think mixed feelings are some of the most fruitful grounds to explore, with new realizations percolating through over time...Thanks so much for sharing your winter experience!
You're welcome, Sydney. Yes, mixed feelings are perfect for more in-depth exploration because each of them tell us sth. Sth else: In my opinion, mixed feelings are like collages, and making collages is a stark sign of our intelligence and creativity.
Great point, Negar, I've never thought of it that way before.
Simply beautiful Sydney. Thank you. Now living in a place without snowy winters I miss those we experienced in New England. Of course there are moments here of that wonderful silent life that Nature shares with us...but wow...snowy winters!!!! Thank you again.
Thank you so much, Ian! So happy to share snowy winter memories with you :)