Flurries of snow swirling. As I watch the moving picture show I am reminded blizzards of life come and go. As a blizzard approaches, warning signs appear. They are not always obvious. Some are actively creating havoc underneath a calm blue sky perhaps; the calm before the storm.
I'm not so familiar with snow blizzards honestly, so they are a welcome event in my life. All other blizzards of life I try to navigate through with the least amount of chaos to touch me. I do tend to excel at this. In this respect, I'm not too familiar with blizzards of any kind that threaten to touch me deeply.
I am emotional, and I protect my emotions. Only but a few really need to traverse so deeply into ME. The complicated me. The complicated me which, in reality, is so simple due to the constant mental/emotional/physical/spiritual work that I actively engage myself in. In the deep of the night, the bewitching hour is in full session. Roaming the halls of my imagination, I open doors. I sequester myself away into this cocoon. What's behind this door? Let's check it out! Fuck the blizzard. I am whole. I am goddess. I just need the ocean now...
Throughout the years, I realize that to shut the door to the impending blizzard one must simply be graceful. It's a winding road to grace, and a beautiful journey. I love finding the right path again, after faltering perhaps on an off-ramp leading to nowhere that serves me or that I can serve- with grace.
It's really coming down now, the blizzard. My window tells me it is so. My eyes? Another window that I can see clearly through. I'll ride out the storm, with grace whispering in my ear; I'm listening. I hear your ROAR. Fade to grace...
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