I cannot ever recall the Norwegian winter having been this stormy. It’s quite incredible as storm after storm keeps hitting the city. We haven’t had much Snow in Bergen this winter, but the rain and stormy weather has been frequent. It certainly makes staying indoors a very comfortable option.
Much of the weather changes are related to the manmade global climate changes affecting us all, and more extreme weather is to come. If we could only learn to use less, and to love the planet we live on, to walk gently upon her ground.
When I was little I lived by the sea. I still do and the longest I have ever been away from the sea in one go was seven months. That was painful, it felt as if I were being suffocated and stifled. The sea is both my source of replenishment and my mirror.
When breathing the sea air I relax, recharge and reflect. When looking at the sea I always see something of myself, and I feel this deep connection with the water. In fact, in my birth chart there isn’t much of the water element present. I always thought that my instinctive connection with the sea somehow balances me out, and restores the equilibrium.
Sometimes in the surface of the sea I can see my own emotions or thoughts. Other times a grief or despair moves in the depth, and only the visible current gives a hint of the turmoil in the deep. A calm sea reflects my joy and peace, and reminds me that we are all one.
These winter storms are different though. There is something new in them, something quite transformative.
For some time now I’ve been working on letting go – of resentment, fear, uncertainty, self-doubt, all that stuff we don’t need to carry with us.
I’ve been feeling that there is a shift happening that is dislodging the stagnant energies and return the flow of energy.
And now I’m seeing it all around me. The storms are moving the old and unnecessary baggage, clearing a way for Spring to take hold. This weekend is Imbolc, coinciding with the lunar new year. There is an audible vibration in the air, changing the old into the new. It’s magic.
As I snuggle up on the sofa with my morning coffee I feel the cleansing changes happening.
My shoulders are dropping, a physical reminder that I’m letting go. The old stuff is leaving me, making me ready to embrace new times, opportunities and challenges.
The Spring that is about to come is bright and fresh, unburdened with old issues. The new that is coming isn’t just new, it’s a different new. The unknown is ahead, unchartered waters and no map other than my heart, soul, love, dream, strength, courage and curiosity to follow.
I can read the signs of change and growth, and welcome the rain on my window. It’s lashing, whipping, ferociously, as if in a spasm. This storm is the birthing pangs of the Spring, of my Spring. I rest on the sofa as it unfolds.