January 20, 2016, Chino Valley- It’s easy to enter into hibernation, physical and /or mental, in the somnolent season. I linger in bed a bit longer, in January, than I do even a month prior, or following. The darkness does not spur one forward. It is the sense of light; the inner sense of duty, that gets me going, during these days of what passes for winter, around here.
I will be going up to Colorado, next week, leaving Wednesday morning and getting back sometime on Sunday, the last day of January. Much of the time will be spent talking, pondering and internalizing ways to promulgate the the beneficial use of essential oils. I am encouraged when I see how many people are taking to these time-honoured healing media. Whether through the company whose products I promote and use, one of its competitors, or that most American of systems, DIY, essential oils cast forth no side effects.
I digress. The topic at hand is hibernation. I wish the Wall Street bears would go back into hibernation, and stay there. They have a job to do, though: Teaching us all not to be greedy, for what one holds too tightly, others can and will take away.
Winter, for me, though, cannot be a time of slumber, or of sorrow. I must go up north, and tend to my part in the healing arts. I will miss my precious children, those three school days, but what I bring back will only help them, and everyone else I meet, to have a better life.
That said, I may sleep in (until 6:30) tomorrow- unless the call to duty comes beforehand.