Evergreen. Since ancient times, a symbol of life in the midst of the cold of winter. Vibrancy. Color. Renewal.
For those of you who sometimes feel frozen with the sadness, nervousness, and grumpiness that menopausal moodiness can bring, take heart in the symbol of the evergreen.
You’re still vibrant. You’re just feeling some chilly hormones.
Your trademark colors are there. They’re just covered up at the moment by a blanket of uninvited snow.
You’ll emerge from the snowy tunnel renewed.
You just have to weather the ice and wind (even though they may come in the form of some hot sweaty moments).
Albert Camus, whom I know best from my days of reading L’etranger (The Stranger) in French class, wrote, “In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.”
Stand close to an evergreen if you’re troubled this winter.
Touch those vibrant branches.
Take in the color.
Smell the hope.
Menopausal moodiness doesn’t last forever.
Green days are a’coming.
Photo: I took this picture on Bald Head Island. I love evergreens, but I’m not so good at distinguishing spruce from balsam from arbor vitae. Anyone know what kind of evergreen this is?