It causes me to slow down. It whispers and refines my hearing. I strain my ears to hear something, anything, but the cold woods give no response. They ask me to listen and to silence my mind. I find this practice refreshing and I pause back over what these trails sound like in summer… alive and noisy, evidence of creatures everywhere, life smacking me in the face.
In the white woods I train myself to see. I search for beautiful moments and practice giving my attention to details and landscapes. Where is color? Where is motion? I am reminded again to search and reflect, to seek out the good and turn my efforts toward finding light. Oddly enough, I’m reminded of a sunflower- the blazing emblem of summer. Sunflowers naturally seek out light…they literally follow the sun wherever it goes throughout the day, tracking its course across the sky. This winter world does not resemble the landscape in which a sunflower thrives, but I can easily remember the lesson to look for beauty and goodness during a season of gray, white, and cold.