When You’re Holding Winter in a World That’s Celebrating Spring.
You wake up to blooming branches, pastel banners, and smiling updates of gardens and baby goats. Everyone is shedding layers, planning gatherings, and planting hope.
And yet—inside you—it’s still winter.
There’s a chill you can’t explain. A heaviness you carry when others are throwing open the windows. You might be grieving. You might be exhausted. Or maybe you’re quietly healing from something the world never even noticed.
Friend, I want to tell you something tender and true:
Spring on the outside doesn’t have to mean spring on the inside.
Your season is still sacred.
Maybe this spring, you’re learning to feel again—but you’re scared. Maybe you’re letting go of what didn’t bloom. Or perhaps, you’re simply surviving—doing the hidden work of rooting while the world is blossoming.
You are not behind. You’re underground. And that’s where transformation begins.
“We admire the tree in full bloom, but forget the quiet strength it took to build in the dark.”
The truth is, nature knows how to hold duality. The snow and the crocus coexist. The cold and the light mingle at dawn. So can you.
You can be happy for your friend’s baby while aching for your own loss. You can smile at sunshine and still carry a chill inside. You can want to bloom and still need to rest.
This isn’t a contradiction. It’s being human.
So what do we do when the world is throwing confetti and we’re quietly cradling something that hurts?
We pause. We breathe. We get honest with ourselves. We stop comparing our grief to someone else’s garden. And we create space for reflection not just celebration.
That’s what Sacred In Every Season is all about.
Your Invitation Today:
- Download the Seasonal Emotional Check-In and sit with where you truly are, not where you’re supposed to be.
- Try the “This and That” Duality Reflection Page and explore what you’re holding that’s complex or contradictory.
- Or simply light a candle, close your eyes, and let your breath say, “This is still sacred.”
Your life doesn’t have to match the calendar. You don’t have to force a bloom.
You just have to honor the roots.
With you in every season,
Jennifer T.