I just wrapped up reading Work by James Suzman. As a self-proclaimed workaholic, I’ve studied the topic theologically but haven’t explored many secular takes on the subject. It’s not the most compelling read; I liken it to an attempt to capitalize on Yuval Noah Hararri’s Sapiens, but there are some thoughtful observations.
One that spoke of the bleak midwinter felt most relevant to me. Suzman noted that the way the ancients dealt with the season differed from how we moderns typically do so today.
"During the depths of winter, the pace of life and work will have fallen into step with the more glacial tempo of the season. Besides occasional hunting, or expeditions to refresh stocks of firewood, many hours would have been spent huddled close to the fire. Busy minds would entertain and be distracted by stories, ceremonies, songs, and shamanic journeys. Agile fingers would have found purpose in developing and mastering new skills."
On the heels of the pandemic, I’ve been doing less creating outside of my day-job, I just don’t feel as productive. Every once in awhile I need reminders to cut myself some slack and live in the season.
I spent the whole weekend in front of the fire.
The Work of Winter