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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: Winter (11/14/05)

TITLE: Survive
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11/15/05


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Sticks. Naked limbs. After the bright-fire-within maple beauty of a couple of weeks ago, my window gaze falls now on nothing but gray sticks as far as the eye can see—a tangled mass of dozens of them. The bare essence of things. And I’m stuck with them until nature shakes herself awake again. How long will that take? And who will I have become by then?

Cold winter Georgia nights are softer than a whisper. Where has that raucus juicy cacophony of insect and amphibian chorus gone? Nothing to swat now. Nothing squirreling or fluttering or flapping or slithering. Only moonlight whispers now, that stretch out and nap softly in the pines, unhurried.

Easy, dull winter—requiring nothing, giving nothing. My body seduces me to give in and sleep it away. Shorter days second that motion. Sleep now. Slow down. Purge the excess. Focus inward and survive on what you already have—a hibernation of body and soul.

Why is it that I never emerge from Winter feeling whole? I feel depleted and atrophied by the heaviness of cold and dark. The slowing down should restore. The metaphor of the dropping off of my excess—weight, baggage, materialism—ought to make me feel lighter in body and spirit. Why doesn’t it?

This is the puzzle I encounter every winter—how the joy-oozing gatherings of the holidays give way to the waiting months, and how this leaves me utterly spent and wanting.

And in the nose-warming pause and steam of the sip of my coffee cup, I hear the Spirit whisper from somewhere deep, "They that wait upon the Lord..." And I will. I absolutely will.


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Marilyn Schnepp 11/21/05
Loved your true to life description of Winter; dismal, drab, grey and naked...such words of reality! Very good writing and SHORT! Liked it very much.
Jan Ackerson 11/21/05
This is one of the best peices I've ever read for capturing a mood. Superb!
terri tiffany11/24/05
I loved your ending! YOu really did describe the whole mood of winter so well!
Alexandra Wilkin11/25/05
Beautiful, and near perfect. The work of a wordsmith and a lovely soul. Thank you, and God bless.
Nina Phillips11/25/05
A hibernation..what a lovely way to describe winter life. Thank you for sharing. God bless ya, littlelight
Kym Gordon Moore11/25/05
A hibernation of body and soul can be a good thing...even throughout the other seasons of the year! Very nice! :-)