Winter: Our Challenge to "Get Out in It"
Each year, on the winter solstice, we share this reflection on the season by Parker Palmer. In 1995, Parker wrote a welcome letter for the Fetzer Institute's newly built retreat center, Seasons, which included a reflection on each of the four seasons. Here, we excerpt his musings on winter in the Upper Midwest, where he lives and where the Fetzer Institute is located. While the seasons may differ in your part of the world and the movement of Parker’s "inner seasons" may be quite unlike your own, we offer his reflections in the hope that you might be encouraged to explore the seasons of your own life and work.
The little deaths of autumn are mild precursors to the rigor mortis of winter. The southern humorist Roy Blount has opined that in the Upper Midwest, where I live, what we get in winter is not weather but divine retribution. He believes that someone here once did something very, very bad, and we are still paying the price for his or her transgression!
Winter here is a demanding season—and not everyone appreciates the discipline. It is a season when death’s victory can seem supreme: few creatures stir, plants do not visibly grow, and nature feels like our enemy. And yet the rigors of winter, like the diminishments of autumn, are accompanied by amazing gifts.
Winter's Beauty
One of the great gifts of winter is beauty, which is different from that of autumn but perhaps more beautiful still.
I don't think any sight or sound on Earth is as exquisite as the hushed descent of a sky full of snow.
Another gift is the reminder that times of dormancy and deep rest are essential to all living things. Despite all appearances, of course, nature is not dead in winter—it has gone underground to renew itself and prepare for spring. Winter is a time when we are admonished, and even inclined, to do the same for ourselves.
But, for me, winter has an even greater gift to give. It comes when the sky is clear, the sun is brilliant, the trees are bare, and the first snow is yet to come. It is the gift of utter clarity. In winter, one can walk through woods, once opaque with summer growth only a few months prior, and see the trees clearly, singly and together, and the ground they are rooted in.
My father passed away in the wintertime. To this day, I still regard that he was more than a good man, and the days ever since his passing have felt like a long, hard winter. Yet, amid the ice and loss, I have found a certain clarity that I lacked when he was alive. I now see what was concealed when the warmth of his love surrounded me—how I counted on him to cushion life's harsher blows. He cannot do that for me now, and at first, I thought, "I must do it for myself."But as time passed, I saw something deeper still: my father was never absorbing those blows, but a larger, sacred grace that he taught me to rely on.
When my father was alive, I confused the teaching with the teacher. Now, my teacher is gone, but the sacred grace is still there, and my clarity about that fact has allowed his teaching to take a deeper root in me. Winter clears the landscape, however brutally, giving us a chance to see ourselves and each other more clearly, to see the very ground of our being.
Traversing Our Inward Winters
In the Upper Midwest, newcomers often receive a classic piece of wintertime advice: “The winters will drive you crazy until you learn to get out into them.” Here, people spend good money on warm clothing to get outdoors and avoid the “cabin fever” that comes from huddling fearfully by the fire during the long frozen months. If you live here long, you learn that a daily walk into the winter world will fortify the spirit by taking you boldly to the heart of the season you fear.
Our inward winters take many forms—failure, betrayal, depression, and death. But every one of them, in my experience, yields to the same advice: “The winters will drive you crazy until you learn to get out into them.” Until we boldly enter the fears we most want to avoid, those fears will dominate our lives. But when we walk directly into them—protected from frostbite by the warm garb of friendship, inner discipline, or spiritual guidance—we can learn what they have to teach us. Then, we discover once again that the cycle of the seasons is trustworthy and life-giving, even in the most dismaying season of all.
Parker J. Palmer is a writer, speaker, and activist who focuses on issues in education, community, leadership, spirituality, and social change. He is a longtime friend and advisor to the Fetzer Institute.
