I'm not a winter person. Beautiful as winter is, I start to struggle a bit with everyday stuff, and crave long hours of sunlight and warmth outside. It is difficult to draw energy from a lifeless world, and my brain wants to hibernate.
I suppose this poem is some kind of self-help rite, but I also feel moved to share it, maybe there are others who empathise. Or who just like poetry.
Waiting for Him by Sol
Treading water in the ocean of existence, Our moon, the blazing glory and magnificence. Tidal waters laze at Her discretion The wheel of life starts over on completion. Morgana's watching, patient with protection Dust and ash the tools of her creation
Move forward tho' the seas be mired and foggy, grasp comfort tho' her hand is lined and craggy. Beneath the darkness see the celebration find voice and let loose free with exultation! Our path is timeless, we need only follow and rejoin them in the sunshine of tomorrow
Post by Scruffy Brooky on Dec 29, 2010 8:53:53 GMT
I am fortunate not to have the winter impact negatively on my mood, but my body very much goes into hibernation mode! I just want to sleep in every day and go to bed earlier.
I seem to be in tune with the solar cycle more than some, I was at my happiest as a student. The times you need to be in, are less rigid than in working life. I would sleep with out curtains and more or less rise and retire with the sun all year round.
This maybe what we were designed to do. It makes no sense to hunt (ior indeed to work the land) in the dark.
Great poem. I really enjoyed reading it, and feel much less lonely on this section!
"The thing I like best about you is that we can argue all evening and still end the night as friends."