When winter comes to a woman’s soul, she withdraws into her inner self, her deepest spaces. She refuses all connection, refuses all arguments that she should engage in the world.
She may say she is resting, but she is more than resting: she is creating a new universe within herself, examine and breaking old patterns, destroying what should not be revived, feeding in secret what needs to thrive.
Winter women are those who bring into the next cycle what should be saved. They are the deep conservators of knowledge and power. Not for nothing did ancient peoples honor the grandmother. In her calm deliberateness, she winters over our truth, she freezes out false- heartedness.
Look into her eyes, this winter woman.
In her gray spaciousness you can see the future.
Look out of your own winter eyes. You too can see the future.
Mooie tekst toch. Is van Patricia Monaghan. Zij schreef o.a. The encyclopedia of Celtic mythology and folkore.
Voor alle vrouwen; mooie winter en wie weet zie je een glimp van je toekomst. En voor alle mannen, net zo van harte gewenst. Fijne feestdagen!
