Andrea Stephenson’s writing and photography are grounded in place, and in her deep and abiding sense of spirituality. In this post, February’s Doubts, she considers the light and shadow that is February, and reflects on creativity in difficult times. I am grateful to her for allowing me to share it with you.
February is the fag end of winter. Though I love this season, this is the point when I’m ready for spring, for light, for warmth. This is the point at which the cold and dark tires me and I trudge through the days simply surviving. When it is no longer as easy to connect with that self I find in the rich, dark dreaming. I have woken up, but rudely. February is the alarm that wakes me when I’m not ready to wake, interrupting a peaceful sleep. It is the truculent moment when I haul myself out of bed before I’m ready, to a day that I’m not looking forward to. A transition time, but not the lazy transition of summer into autumn, or the barely perceptible change from autumn to winter. February is hard work. Read more!