this, our cold and quiet winter

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“I love your body in transformation.” –Husband

 

Winter is a brutal beauty.

 

It is a season of respite and release. Nature strips down to the absolute essentials. Branch. Ice. Frozen turf. There is a solitude in this simplicity that is requisite for reflection. With the onset of these stark months, the earth and my body shift inward.

 

I think about slumbering bears and ground squirrels buried in their dens. I think about this baby sleeping in my womb. Each animal body preparing in the darkness to emerge anew in the spring.

 

I think about my spirit growing quiet and my heart more observant. Hormones ensure that I feel everything more deeply. It is a more painful and purposeful existence. My primal body aches as it forms a new life and in so doing fosters a new self. This is the brutal beauty of pregnancy.

 

I think about transformation. Of the earth, of my body, of my soul. This trinity in transition is merely an echo of eternity. What is God but a heavenly alchemist who transforms dark to light?

 

To hear my husband tell me that he loves my body in transformation is to see a man who understands the necessity, the brutality, and the beauty of this, our cold and quiet winter.

4 Responses to “this, our cold and quiet winter”

  1. Jenn Potter says:

    What lovely writing and expressing. I love your language dear Krisanne.

  2. CHB says:

    Love ya! I’m excited to be a parent with you!

  3. Krisanne says:

    It’s going to be an adventure! :) xoxo

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