When the Inner Sky Grows Grey: On the Quiet Ties Between Lasting Low Spirits and the Will to Move
A view from the north on mood and motion
In the long winter months when daylight arrives as a shy visitor and departs before one has truly noticed its presence, many who live beneath the northern sky understand a particular kind of quiet heaviness that settles not with drama but with persistence . This is not the sharp sorrow that announces itself with tears, nor the frantic anxiety that quickens the pulse, but rather a soft, enduring dimming of the inner light, a gentle erosion of the impulse to rise, to step outside, to engage the body in motion. (more…)