Wind sky and winter soil. These things are holding me now. All things are getting bitter with air and I am learning how to adore this earth for all her finely tuned melodies. This too, is a song worth singing. I just have to find that. And I think I’m learning how to find. I’m learning how to grind my life into a fine powder and let it dissolve around me. I’m learning how to have my head spin in 5 different directions and I’m learning to be ok with it. I’m riding a hurricane and it’s finally starting to feel like a wave, not a tsunami. I can handle anything.
I can handle frozen ground, hard to the touch, frost on the tips, diamonds in the field. I can handle this life. We all can.
Let it all be hope. And hope that life will find you.