Some days feel like sluggin’ through mud
ya know
cold, wet and
grey
without the benefit of much sun, one’s shadow cannot be seen
but the weight of it feels
enormous
and shoulders feel
weary
spring seems to be in a bit of a holding pattern
as seen in my crocus that still have not been brave enough
to open themselves fully
and the pond shows mostly signs of
decay
rather than renewal
allergies are bothered by mould and rot
instead of pollen
colours, not yet vibrant, instead appear
kind of dull
I start to feel over-exposed and over-sensitive
a need for the worries of the world to just GO AWAY
for a while
thoughts and words still swirl but I become slightly unsure
of which ones to pluck out
and which to leave until they have simply
worn themselves
out
what to say, and who really cares about
words
it’s a ridiculous funk, and I know it… never seems to stop it from coming
however, it is also kind of
cleansing, I suppose
as it does in my effort to save others from my scowl
cause me to become somewhat
quieter
more withdrawn
I know for certain, I reside in my heart
and it is here I go for refuge
it is comforting, strong
and gentle
when I
am
not
my heart knows when my head is in a jumble
and even so,
it remains patient
and kind
yesterday at work, I happen to glance over briefly at a large puddle of water
on the floor
and what catches my eye is that this puddle forms
a large heart
while it is quite possible that no-one else might see this heart,
might even just walk right through
it
it catches my eye,
as if it is there to remind me
that I
am Love
and that maybe in a moment’s uncertainty
I needed reminding
some days do feel like sluggin’ through mud
but then,
on my walk of gratitude, the sun briefly breaks through heavy layers of cloud
and just at my feet
I find… still
there are always reasons
to
smile
whatever it is you might be doing today, offer yourself
a little
kindness ♥