The pine, the bamboo and the plum tree are what the Chinese call The Three Friends of Winter. Unlike many other plants, these three do not falter as the days deepen into bitter winter chill. They respectively symbolise steadfastness, perseverance, and resilience.

I love the contemplative Chinese mythology and how imagery of nature is interwoven into teachings. The idea that the pine, bamboo, and plum trees sustain themselves during piercingly cold times gives me solace as I am both in the winter season and the winter of my grief. I look toward a spring where I will be able to hold Emily in my heart with a greater ease and where I will grow ever more comfortable with a flowering relationship of soul-to-soul connection.

The pine tree, an evergreen, remains verdant throughout the seasons. It resists the elements, reaching relentlessly upward, longevity in its very roots. My own steadfastness shall remain in my devotion to Emily; I will also be steadfast in the faith that our connection can continue; finally, I will be steadfast in love for my Don and my Charlotte. 

The bamboo, displaying perseverance in the face of freezing temperatures, continues to grow. As winds buffet these robust, ringed stalks, they remain upright, with deeply entrenched, ever expanding roots: flexible, bending with the elements, but not overcome by them. I, too, will persevere in the face of this present hardship. I have a fortitude that has given me an inner, rooted strength I didn’t know I possessed. I will persevere in the willingness to examine my feelings and share them because I recognise how helpful my self-examination and vulnerability are to so many others who are in the winter of their own griefs. I will persevere with my writing in the hope that it will give me healing and be a balm for others, a tiny offering that can hug the hearts of those who suffer similarly.

The plum tree, representing resilience, is one of the first trees to bloom as the liminal season recedes and spring emerges. This will be me. Even the day after Emily passed, Don and I murmured to one another between sobs that we could not let this take us down: that we would need to not only go through this fire of sorrow, but emerge with purpose and even joy. I will need resilience in this new life in a new place with new experiences. I will not wither and die as the garden annuals do, but push forth blossoms of renewal and shiny green growth that display my commitment to taking a tragedy and turning it into something that can bring beauty and purpose.

 

Yes, its winter,  but I will endure. And spring will come.



16 thoughts on “The Three Friends of Winter”

  1. Marvellous symbolisms; wonderful interpretations and comparisons! Great writing! Thanks for sharing your world.

  2. Do you know about markescence…that is the term for deciduous trees like the beech that hold their leaves through most of the winter…a bit of beauty in a harsh world

  3. Oh, Leah, you write so beautifully. You have a gift and I know that your writings are healing for others, including myself. Love, Heather.

  4. I remember being in the emergency room by myself as they tried to save my brother. I remember repeating aloud, « I will not let this destroy me. »
    Your words remind me of that dark spring of 1999. You and Don helped me through that time. You were my « balm ». We never forget and we continue to love until our own existence expires…and perhaps beyond?
    Thank you for your continued eloquent words. Love, T

  5. Oh, Theresa. My heart stopped beating as I read your words. Yes, such a dark, dark time, and what a privilege we could somehow support you through that time. You are ever and always in my heart. May we see one another in 2024 and remember and honour together…

  6. I reread your words and can picture the symbolism clearly. Keep writing Leah – so many of us draw strength from your words and look hopefully toward the longer and warmer days of spring followed by summer.

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