• Ava


So my friend Storm recently recommended a book called ‘Wintering’. She explained that the idea behind it was that at some stages in our lives we are forced to winter. Meaning to lay low, rest up, stay indoors, go to ground, batten down the hatches. To hibernate. ‘Wintering’ may be necessary because of an illness in the family, recovering from an injury, maybe studying for a big exam, or preparation for something important like a job interview, saving for a car or an audition. All of these examples share the commonality of sacrifice, patience, diligence , and trust that by committing and accepting these things, the outcome will be far greater. But this year, 2020 was the year of ‘wintering’.

I like that term. It’s relatable and in some ways comforting. Because every winter we know that feeling, when it gets so cold that we wonder will it ever possibly warm up again. As we throw on another scarf and that extra thermal jumper, we can’t help but wonder if we will ever feel the rays of the sun on our backs again. Or walk down the street with only a T-shirt, shorts and flip flops on. But alas, every year as the days pass on, the mornings get brighter and the wind feels warmer. We find ourselves slowly peeling off the layers of clothes and searching for the summer wardrobe that we put up in the attic, because we truly doubted that they would ever be needed again.

Similarly with 2020, we may have had times of feeling stuck or isolated. That feeling of missing out that just kept on giving, and wondering if ‘normality’ would ever resume. Sitting in our houses all over the world, watching more TV than we ever have before, waiting for the daily updates and wondering how long our patience would last. I remember that feeling. It came in about September and my heart and soul felt weary. It was music, connection through writing, and the knowing that we were all indoors together that helped me through that month. No matter where you are in the world know that you are not alone and that your patience, resilience and every effort this year, is your new super power. Be proud of your wintering. Because it’s not easy but it’s part of your story. No matter how many miles apart, it’s a story we can share forever as a people.

But now we are here, we stood together every step of the way and it looks like there is a light appearing at the end of the tunnel. I’m proud of being part of this era, who practiced patience and consideration for others, for a full year. An era of people that sacrificed their plans and their urges to party, socialize, holiday, work, travel and hug loved ones, in order to protect the lives of the most vulnerable. We are the wintering generation. Our stories of this time will be almost unbelievable to future generations. This is why I love writing. It’s like a time capsule that captures a moment or a feeling, in a paragraph.