Restlessness is a good sign--it means we're moving through the cycle as we should, stockpiling energy as we should. We don't build enough time for rest in this culture, and the enforced hibernation of winter is, I think, what has saved us. Our adrenals, our nervous system--they can't wing it on sunshine and coffee. And though we're addicted to such warming stimulants, we need to push past the jitters, the cravings, the moaning 'if onlys' and just rest.
Sun and spring and thaw come soon enough. Soon enough will come the mutterings of 'too little time/too little energy/too much to do.' But here in this space of winter--we still have time. We still have time to sink down, to bury ourselves, to speak in hushed tones to a cranky restlessness, soothing it in quiet murmurs to rest now. Spring will come.