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The best way to appreciate nature is undoubtedly to be in it and perhaps caring for it to the degree that it needs tending. But there’s little to do outside when the ground might be frozen and most plants are dormant–as they should be, giving us all the more opportunity to expand our appreciation of nature to other ways.
This is what the brilliant and often mystical Bohemian-Austrian poet and novelist Rainer Maria Rilke was doing in 1922 when he wrote a young admirer named Lisa Heise whose life had taken an awful turn. What he said to her is translated here by William Needham:
Tending my inner garden went splendidly this winter. Suddenly to be healed again and aware that the very ground of my being — my mind and spirit — was given time and space in which to go on growing; and there came from my heart a radiance I had not felt so strongly for a long time . . . You tell me how you are able to feel fully alive every moment of the day and that your inner life is brimming over; you write in the knowledge that what you have, if one looks at it squarely, outweighs and cancels all possible privations and losses that may later come along. It is precisely this that was borne in upon me more conclusively than ever before as I worked away during the long winter months . . .
In 1933, the 24-year-old French philosopher and political activist Simone Weil wrote to herself in her notebook about the need for
Discipline of the attention for manual work—no distraction or dreaming. But no obsession either. One must continually watch what one is doing, without being carried away by it. Another kind of discipline is needed for using the mind with support from the imagination. And yet a third kind for reflection. You scarcely possess any of the third kind. A complete being possesses all 3. You ought to be a complete being.
It’s these themes of accepting and enjoying what you have and cultivating the imagination and reflection that our society often prevents that make mid-winter an ideal time to consider an art form as ephemeral as the garden: dance.
Few subjects could be as timely, typical, and topical for this season as “The Snow Queen,” which is why you should furiously shovel, scrape, endure a mixture of sand and slush, walk gingerly on slick surfaces, and otherwise go out of your way to hear the inspired treatment by American composer Kenji Bunch. Read more