Everything is gestation and then bringing forth.
Rainer Maria Rilke
Winters are long in Minnesota. Some years ago, however, winter seemed especially long. I grew weary of its icy temperatures, sidewalks, and streets. According to the calendar, spring had come over a month ago, but I was not convinced that it had—or that it would.
Then one day in May, temperatures climbed and the sun beamed. The first real spring day had arrived! As I looked around outdoors, I noticed an almost magical transformation around me: hosta plants poking through our backyard soil, buds forming on our red maple tree, and multi-colored tulips adorning neighborhood yards.
At last spring had broken through winter’s grasp! But spring had been there all along, waiting, poised on the verge of breaking through winter’s hold. Springtime life could not blossom until the proper conditions of warm temperatures and radiant sunshine had appeared.
When we grieve, we may wonder if we will ever feel good again. Our grief, like winter, may linger long and become tiresome. Though our grief will last as long as it needs to, we can facilitate the process toward new life by choosing “proper conditions.” We too can choose a warm, nurturing climate: a safe, supportive setting of love, compassion, and understanding.
And perhaps we can offer these proper conditions to others—in an encouraging word or a listening ear—and assist them in emerging from their soul’s winter bleakness into new springtime life.