A day in the Land of Winter

Contributed by Improbable Scribe

My body is pain, I feel it in my bones.

A vibration that flows through me, high and low.

Wet cold weather, brings on a deep ache

Lean into vulnerability, lean into strength

Lean into Love, confidence and purpose to

Find my Joy, right there within me already

I use herbs, to drug the pain and grief

I listen to the body, to keep the noise low enough

That the mind and emotions are peaceful and able to

'people'. (Peopling: The ability to interact with others.)

It diminishes when busy, the mind involved in what's in front of me.

Missing, blocking out the children's shrilling

Over stimulated in body and mind.

Start making mis-steps, but it all came right in the end.

I use plant medicine to help me sleep, herbs of drowsy, relaxing

Am I feeling the pain and sadness? From another room?

Is there profit to feeling the whole of the pain? Quick, sharp and over

except, it never seems to be over. I awake each day,

with my failures, with my success - opened my eyes on earth again

What a stupendously blessed day it was! There was fog

Real “pea soup” fog, driving careful

Headlights on (Oops, not that guy- they're running dark)

As I turn West onto the highway, the eastern light of the autumn sun

Shines behind me, the fog surrounds me

It lifts and flow and becomes

A rainbow arch, A violet and green tunnel

I smile, I laugh, how beautiful

Rainbows under deep dark clouds

I feel blessed, to be here to feel here

In the Land of Winter

~Improbable Scribe