I woke up today, thinking that today was the last day of winter! I mean we’re having a “snowstorm” in Philadelphia right now. But I learned sometime in the mid-afternoon that today, March 20th, is actually the first day of Spring. Which means that my Sacred Woman Winter has officially come to an end. I’ve made it through the dark windy nights of solitude, salubrity, and structure. Reflecting on these past three months, I’ve realized, I lost complete intention on dedicating my winter to those 3 S’s. I did learn a lot however about myself, those around me, and where I am going in my life. The ultimate lesson, of course, is that no self-work is ever completely done and that seasons become raindrops in the waterfalls of our lives.
I’m learning more and more everyday, my power as a woman, a friend, a teacher, a student. I’m becoming better at those roles as life forces me to experience myself in new unknown ways. This Sacred Woman Winter has been very much like a journal for me to express my thoughts and feelings about my growing process. But reflecting on THIS growing process, I am reminded that I am always returning to evolution. I am never stagnant, or stale. Never broken or burned. I am sometimes, a wilted flower, who needs just a little of mother nature’s elements to stand me back up right. I am, all the time, an imperfect human who is constantly reflecting and analyzing my life, to blossom brighter, and withstand stronger winds.
Nothing in my life has really stayed the same over the past 3 months. My mind is stronger, my heart beats louder, my back is straighter, and my hair withstands gravity now more than ever. And my spirit is more still than it’s ever been before, leaving hibernation for the spring.