Hi Kindling community,
It seems every year around this time, a dull melancholy sets in for me. It’s been gloomy for months. The days are long and cold. Everyone has retreated to their homes and hibernate. And summer still seems far away.
Blech. For me, the world begins to feel less bright and less full of possibility.
I try to remind myself that melancholy too is an important, if not essential, part of our journeys. It forces us to re-examine what makes us feel alive. It asks us to consciously rekindle whatever spark has been lost, whatever parts of ourselves we’ve let fester or go unheard.
Maybe if we can just truly be with and listen to it, melancholy actually becomes a map to the insight, purpose, and inspiration that feels lost.
Peter
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