Winter is supposed to be a season of rest.
But for many of us — especially those who feel deeply — it becomes a season of unrest.
As the light of Ramasedi withdraws, we are pulled into the shadows.
We thought we would hibernate… but instead, we wrestle.
With ourselves. With injustice. With the loneliness of speaking truth when others stay silent.
🌘 When Ramasedi Pulls Away
In the Southern Hemisphere, winter is spiritual.
The sun rises late and sets early.
The warmth we took for granted begins to vanish.
And slowly, silently… the shadows gain confidence.
I used to believe that this was a time to slow down —
To rest. To reflect. To go inward like the trees losing their leaves.
But lately, I’ve realized something uncomfortable:
Winter is not just about hibernation.
It’s also about confrontation.
⚔️ Wrestling in the Shadows
When the world is quieter, the inner noise gets louder.
And in that quiet noise, truth rises:
- Truth about injustice that still defines our lives.
- Truth about weak leaders who sell our people out.
- Truth about how hard it is to find peace while others suffer.
I have peace in my garden.
I have truth in my home.
But Botho tells me: if my peace does not uplift the collective,
then it is not complete.
🌿 The Lone Wolf Dilemma
Sometimes I feel like a lone wolf —
Fighting a war that nobody asked me to fight.
Telling truths that nobody wants to hear.
But there’s a reason I keep going.
Because even if the truth is lonely, silence is betrayal.
Marcus Aurelius said:
“To do nothing is also to do injustice.”
That line haunts me. It also keeps me accountable.
So I choose to speak.
Even if the only voice echoing back is my own.
Even if I am the sermon and the congregation.
🔥 Transmuting Rage into Seed
This time, I won’t burn with rage.
I will burn it into fuel:
- Fuel for blogs.
- Fuel for education.
- Fuel for cannabis growers who are still afraid to grow.
- Fuel for those who are building quietly — like I am.
This winter, I am wrestling for peace.
Not to prove anything. But to stay aligned with Ramasedi, even when I can’t see his light.
✊🏾 Final Words for the Restless Ones
If you’re feeling angry again this winter,
You’re not mad. You’re not broken.
You’re alive, and your body remembers what others forgot.
You are in a sacred season.
Let the shadows speak — but don’t become one.
Walk toward the truth.
Even when it’s cold.
Even when you’re alone.
Ramasedi sees those who carry light in the dark.
🕯️
– Bra Peter