What is winter if not a time of death and dying, if not a time of hollowing out and burrowing into yourself?
And what is so wrong with that?
Bear with me here.
Why do we fear winter, why do we fear this opportunity to close ourselves off and take care of our wounds and our hearts? Living is moments of inhaling and exhaling. Winter is just one long exhale, before spring rolls in and we are allowed to breathe in the new air again.