Evening, 2/1

Imbolc

“In order to go deeper,
We can’t just try harder
We have to sit with what is.”
-quote from a yoga class taken on 1/31

the in between little things coffee mornings & cocoons

The flutter of a wing From the caterpillar First a swoosh Then a boom

A flicker of light
Grows to a s steady slow flame An unspoken dream
Calls your name

Fragments of truth Wintry wild scars
The promise of tomorrow Revealing who we are

Reveling in all we are In this in between

So what do we do here, Rest?
Hibernate?
Stop?

Sway?
Brace ourselves for what’s next? How can we ever?
Who can ever?
Who has ever?

Anxious
Antsy
Yearning for a blue print A Hint
A path
A taste of what’s to come

And look – there’s the sun The only thing that’s sure The light
The light

Everchanging & constant All the light we cannot hold And must hold
Must hold

Is this enough
Is this feeling enough
This heaviness mixed with hope & fear & whimsy & rebirth & play & so much more I cannot name It changes everyday
Maybe that’s why it’s hard to say

I didn’t mean for this to rhyme To have a rhythm
But it does
Somehow

It emerged . On its own. So will I.