You ask me which is the cruelest month…
Hmm, not an easy question,
and there is certainly no easy answer.
I couldn’t write off any one month as cruel,
I have been training my mind for years
to look behind my own judgments
and see the true nature of things.
I look at the months, all of them,
and I see the possibility of opening and awakening
and the possibility of closing and going to sleep.
In each and every case it is a choice,
and if I am to feel empowered to make the choice myself
then I must take complete responsibility
for how my life unfolds.
To call a month cruel
would put me in the place of victim–
victim of the weather, victim of the lack of light,
victim of the dreadful-wonderful burden of the holidays
victim of the tyranny of beautiful days
victim of my memories, hopes and fears
victim of my plans and expectations–
but a victim I am not.
So I will call no month cruel
just as I will call no person cruel–
sure, there is cruel behavior,
but a being is a being,
in spite of behavior,
and a month is a month,
in spite of the weather.
Today’s prompt for NaPoWriMo Day 4 asked us to write about the cruelest month. At first I was stumped because I had no simple answer. And then I thought about why I had no simple answer. And I realized that I simply can’t see an entire month as cruel. There is so much beauty in every single one of the months, so much potential to awaken. I see each month as a gift…and only our thoughts about the months could be construed as cruel.