January is boring. After the color and lights and celebrations of the Holiday Season, we are easily bored. January is Cold – white/gray/taupe, and colorless. The TV ads bid us to come to ‘the White Sale’ to buy new furniture, dishes, towels, sheets, organizational boxes – all to reframe our boredom into agitation for the next commercial season: Tax time.
I am not exempt from the trials and tribulations of tax season. As I put the receipts and papers from last year into the brown paperbag where they will live for the next 6-8 weeks, I am filled with anxiety and dread. I’m already mentally drowning in the receipts and reconciliations that make up the process of filling out the form for the accountant to review, correct, adjust, and submit. When I think of taxes, I have left the here and now and have arrived too soon in April.
But why am I there – and not here? It is quiet here in the cold – there is anticipation, sure – but there is also peace here. The frozen earth is resting, preparing for the stirring of new life deep in the ground, under the snow, under the taupe of January. If we thought the only season of waiting was Advent, not so! THIS is the season of waiting and resting – here in the mid-winter taupe.
There will be plenty of time for Spring stirrings in February and March. So rather than filling our time with the doings and wishings that it were over – perhaps we can pause – as the Northern Hemisphere herself is pausing – to take a breath in the cold, crisp air and survey the wisdom of January. Ahhhhhhhh.