In the midst of Winter –
seasonal, S.A.D. and dark soul like,
God painted an interactive picture
of His glory edging the clouds
Filling the middle foreground
with small birds feeding, flocking
A sight to encourage, console
Balm for my soul.
Here is my question for my readers …
Some of you live in the southern hemisphere like Heather … Australia, Zimbabwe, Argentina and other places as well, all with very distinct climates but still southern hemisphere. Now it is winter. At Christmas it will be high summer and at Easter autumn. How do you feel about the pervasive snowy imagery for the first and new flowers for the second? I can tell you that many worship leaders in the north feel they have done their duty if they sing one Shirley Erena Murray carol.
But mostly I am thinking about Northern hemisphere readers. Can you read a winter poem in the summer? Summer is so short, you say, and I say, too – let me enjoy it. And in winter we don’t want to read about the beauties of summer – it only makes us jealous.
But mostly the question is about empathy. If we insist on reading, celebrating a holiday, in the way that matches our seasonal experience, then how can we even begin to take a moment to dwell with (it’s never really “understand”) another racial experience, another gender identity or sexual orientation, another cognitive or physical or mental appreciation of the world than our own?
We have different seasons. Begin there. Thank you Heather.