Throughout most of the Northern Hemisphere, it is cold. It is damn cold.
Today we had a high – a HIGH – of minus 15. If you happened to veer out of the sunshine momentarily, or if it was not high noon, or if the wind was blowing (it was always blowing), it felt more like minus 25. Even for us hardy folk who think nothing of wearing layers of long johns and mittens the size of baseball gloves, it was still the kind of cold that makes your eyelashes freeze, gives you frostbite, and seeps deep into your bones.
Tomorrow is going to be colder.
All to say, my planned article is going to have to wait, because this is a manifesto for self-care. No matter the temperature, deep winter is not the time for a new workout routine, a diet of any kind, or counting your steps. For one thing, it takes a lot of calories just to get to your car. For another, it takes a lot of energy to stay alive.
It’s time to make like a bear and take it easy - unapologetically, voluptuously, extravagantly easy.
Though I’m normally a big proponent for getting outside, from nature’s point of view, winter is a time of fallow and rest. It’s a suspension of growth and living things, a great and universal pause before the timeless miracle that is spring.
And guess what? We are part of this universal fabric of life, this warp and weft, this ancient, wired-into-your-DNA seasonal shift.
Yet we tend to forget it: to drive ourselves mercilessly onward with New Year’s resolutions, to sweat off that extra weight, to set goals that are higher, faster, better. We are a culture that loves constant self-improvement and always has a yardstick at the ready.
From a naturopathic point of view - indeed from inherited wisdom that has come down through the ages - winter is for rest.
Listen to your body. Honour that need.
A few ways to embrace the great indoors,
Splurge on beautiful bath salts or fancy soap. I love these and these
Dive into some good books
Practice gentle yoga
Catch up on great (and frivolous!) TV
Make soup from scratch
Make cookies from scratch
Make a playlist of your Desert Island Discs (the 8 songs you’d bring to a desert island)
Write an old-school letter
Meditate. Try it solo, with apps such as Calm, or with the excellent
right here on Substack. Take this gem, for instanceGo to bed early
Apologize for none of this
Some sleeper favourites from the Tumbleweed archive,
And now I’m off to eat cookies on the couch.
Thanks Bruce! I admit hibernating is not my strong suit. This article was as much advice to myself! It’s not the time for a marathon - it’s the time for a nap 💪
Well timed! Although I consider myself an expert on hibernating (hands down I was a bear in my previous life!) I feel guilty sometimes about how much sleep I need. Daisy and I were both in bed at 8 last night and felt like a million bucks this morning!