I live my life through the words I write
Periods of writing
have become few and far between.
Me,
settling into the slowness
of the lingering winter season
with her cool air and cloudy skies.
I grant permission
to embrace slowness.
This is a time to absorb
creativity around me,
to focus less on creating.
Shifting projects, priorities,
selecting new sources of inspiration.
Seasons shift,
evolve,
surprise and endure.
Bathing in the sun
spring comes closer ev’ry day
releasing winter.
There are days
like today
I need the weather
to grant me permission
to slow down.
Fluffy clumps of frozen water
fall in a parade
beyond the window pane.
Hypnotizing.
Fighting my body
to move, to work,
to achieve productivity.
Fighting against will.
Sit, rest,
watch the snow fall.
This is needed, too.
Snow blowing across the road toward me
as I plow the truck down the highway,
parting drifts to the shoulder
and opposite lane,
blurring the lines of where I’m supposed to be.
Billowing in the wind,
soft, fluffy and rolling balls of cotton
like I’m driving through clouds in a summer sky,
I’m floating.
Be fooled not
by the bright sunshine and clear sky
for the cold air kills skin
and shadows still loom
where the sun cannot reach.
Stay at home with your family.
Light a candle, bundle a blanket.
Travel only if you must.
Slow down, relax, take a breath.
Turn down the volume to find quiet.
Remember,
the world may be hard
but it’s also soft, and gentle.
Quiet out there,
matched by the quiet in here.
Cold and snow pushing life to slow down
so we do,
inside, staying close and warm
and quiet.
She is mourning,
her body changing from fire to snow,
wind to desert to floods.
Be gentle now.
Gentle and quiet.
The longer I stay,
the brighter the room becomes,
light natural and free
illuminates,
until everything feels different.
Time has passed, and brought change.
The longer I stay,
the more change I witness,
and appreciate.
Dawning Words 