Colours of frost

frost appleI love this time of year. I love the brightly decorated shop displays and the anticipation of Christmas. I love the chance to meet up with friends and exchange gifts with those I love and care for. But as the year draws to an end it seems like each day gallops away in a blur of things to do and people to see.

“Every child is an artist.  The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.” ~ Pablo Picasso

It was my youngest daughter who reminded me of the need to slow down so that I could appreciate the little things that this season brings.  We were talking about what she liked most about winter. She didn’t mention presents or school plays or holidays. Instead she said she really liked the ‘colours of frost’. And to be honest, I had no clue what she meant!

For me frost is purely the covering on the ground we wake to in the mornings. It’s a sign of winter. It’s cold. It’s white. It certainly doesn’t inspire me. For my daughter though frost is a magical substance that gently sparkles on all that it touches. For her the frost isn’t only white. No, the frost takes on the colour of whatever it is attached to. The colours of frost change with the light and the heat of the day. And they are beautiful to her.

My daughter’s eyes light up when she talks about winter. Her imagination is amazing as she describes what she sees. Her frost covered world is one of marvellous patterns and exiting shades of white.

But the most important thing she shares is the importance of taking the time to find pleasure in the little things in life. I forget to do that, especially when the pressures of everyday life are building up around me. Yet it’s so important for me to take that time and allow myself to see things through the eyes of a child.

“Children have neither past nor future; they enjoy the present, which very few of us do.” ~Jean de la Bruyere

My childhood was too full of fear to feel any happiness. It was too full of loneliness to share the visions. It was too dark to see the light. I grew up way too quickly and as an adult I mourned the loss of my infancy and youth. It’s one of the reasons I take such care in nurturing my own children. They need to experience the security, the love, the fun that all children deserve. And sometimes it is through my own daughters that I find my own inner-child and my own child-like creativity. They show me what it is like to be innocent. They show me how to enjoy the moment. They show me the colours of frost.

If you are struggling with the past or find it hard to manage the present because you are grieving the loss of your childhood, be reassured that it is never too late to reclaim your inner-child. Look to the lessons that the young can teach you – they forgive easily, they laugh lots, they find time to play. But most of all they embrace the new day. And so can you.

As a thank you to my daughter Charlotte I am finishing this post with a poem that she wrote for her final homework of the term. And I hope that like me, you will enjoy finding time to time to think about what and who you love.

                            What I love about Winter by Charlotte Hughes – age 10

I love

the dew drops as they cling to the spiders’ webs with all their might, the sunshine when it shines on the frosty grass and the pretty colours of white.

I love

the snowmen built by little children all around, until the melt and make pools of slush and ice on the ground.

I love

the snow as it falls on to the slippery ice covered earth, and how we join together on Christmas day to celebrate Jesus’ birth.

Wishing you all a blessed and peaceful Christmas. Thank you to each and every one of you who have supported and encouraged me this year, and I look forward to sharing much more from The Hurt Healer in 2014.

18 thoughts on “Colours of frost

  1. That’s what happens in Life. We travel through childhood and unlearn to view the world through a child’s eyes. We become immune to the wonders of the world through the influences of society.
    A most beautiful post and poem. Too late to wish you Merry Christmas but I’m extending abundant blessings for a New Year. Much Love.

  2. Carolyn,

    Your words and Charlotte’s words have moved me to tears! Please tell Charlotte I love the beauty of frost as seen through her eyes! And this reminder: “Yet it’s so important for me to take that time and allow myself to see things through the eyes of a child.” Oh YES!!!

    There is so much stirring in me, in reading your story, Carolyn. Thank you so much for sharing your beautiful heart!

  3. Just wonderful, Carolyn. It’s amazing how we can see things through our children’s eyes. A whole new spectacle of life before us. Their dreams dancing before us. And what a beautiful poem there too. Congrats on that pen writing it 🙂

    And blessings and Merry Christmas to you and your family, Carolyn. thank you for being part of my spiritual growth. I look forward to a wonderful 2014. 🙂

    Paul

  4. We all come into the world with that sense of wonder; it’s all a matter of how long we’re allowed to keep it. (And what’s better than a child to remind us what we had to let go of.) My thanks to both of you, Carolyn and Charlotte, for that same wondrous gift!

  5. Gifted Mom, gifted daughter. Thanks for sharing Charlotte’s words, Carolyn. Children truly wake us up.

    Wishing you and your loved ones a merry Christmas and a wonderful 2014!

    Hugs, Vidya

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