It could happen that in the morning
you
have (not so unexpectedly)
awoken the bear
after a fitful sort of night
sugar indulged
night sweats
and a sore neck
it will stay with you, this bear
carrying flashing signs of
trauma and shame
attaching them to your heels
to
drag behind, as if
being chased
the only way you know to keep it
from lashing out
at everyone in the house
is to lead it out, deeper into the forest
which really
just happens to be the garden
where over dramatization seems to suit the day
out here it’s a whole new
morning,
where everything that greets you is
kindness
dirt, worms and a toad
the blue jays and a woodpecker
trim the roses, pull a little grass
cut away old stalks
feel the air, watch the sky
touch the
sun
let words wash over
and through
breathe deeply in
then
out
then do it again
but
slower, deeper
softer
go gently on yourself
allow
the bearish-ness to fluff itself
a little
as your hands move through
clumps of dirt and sticks
welcome a patient kind of
ease
as a rather large bee
bumps along the tightly closed
blossoms of the
crabapple tree, searching for something
sweet
release the clenching of your
jaw
and just…
be here
with
Love
for this day
exactly as it is ♥