Winter is for resting. Nature rests, it doesn't find ways to unnecessarily fuss and 'do'. Not that nothing is happening, no, life s l o w l y carries on. Balance is necessary. Winter's rest balances summer's activity.
We intelligent beings could take a clue.
Holiday residue keeps me synthetically puttering, anxious, agitated. It takes until mid-January for me shake off the twitchiness, to settle down and match nature's stride. I'm reminded of that moment in California Adventure's Tower of Terror when I float unable to discern gravity while quickly descending. I ride and ride for that suspension experience.
In between the rush of holidays and the onset of spring exists this sweet resting place which reminds me of that free-floating sensation.
The ability to recognize this state of purposeful rest when it's here, that's the gift. Too often I don't look up from my unnatural mid-winter busyness but swat away nature's instinctual offering, a foolish action which leaves me weary instead of invigorated upon spring's first warming invitation.
Hiking in the woods today the gift of acknowledgement found me, and I welcomed it.
To receive the slower pace now is to invest in spring and summer, for rest restores inspiration and energy for the growing seasons ahead. This is the balance.
To stay in step and not upset the balance by rushing forward, to allow rest when society exhorts agitation, ah, that's the trick.