This winter I seem to constantly be wrestling with some level of sickness or other, and I’ve come to the logical conclusion that winter is meant for hibernation. We’re simply not designed to have to leave our houses in winter. We’re supposed to stay snuggled in our beds, conserving energy and resting our bodies until spring.

I’m convinced it’s something that’s been lost during the technological age. Kind of like how white lights mess with our sleep cycles and trans fats are not meant to be processed by our digestive systems.

Back in the old days, when everyone farmed their own food (there was a time like that, right?), I’m sure winters were a much slower-paced, more peaceful time. The crops were resting, so farm work was limited. There were neither shopping malls nor crazy Christmas sales. And I bet colds didn’t get transferred nearly as frequently. What with everyone snuggling inside their own houses, how could they?

The bears, frogs, and deciduous trees rest during winter, so why shouldn’t we?

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Elizabeth is an introverted adventurer who spends much of her time contemplating the complex mysteries of life and faith. After living in South Korea for over 7 years, she is back in the States to pursue a seminary degree. A musician, writer, teacher, and perpetual student, she leans into empathy, curiosity, divine whispers, and childlike wonder.

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