“There’s no use trying,” said Alice, “One can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age I always did it for half an hour a day. Why sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
– Lewis Carroll
The combination of winter, holidays and the state of the world can be more than enough to overwhelm. There is a pervading sense of the impossibility of doing anything that will make a difference. And then, out of nowhere it seems, there arises an unexpected turn... in world events, in the painting you are struggling with, in a sister that is healed. It is as if spontaneity and effort are partners after all.
A childlike curiosity is my ally in imagining impossible things, so I return to Alice, and her lesson from the Queen in acting as if... For winter is the time to plant seeds that will grow, as if they will bloom. All seeds: plants, trees, children, ideas, dreams and wishes– require this time of waiting–being hidden in darkness, in the womb, in the earth. In this way too, all losses can be planted and cared for as seeds or songs or prayers. This is the season of the darkest night, and we may as well inhabit it with our deepest longing.Read More