For the last few years, I have chosen one little word to guide me through the next 365 days. This year I didn't choose a word, but rather on a cold winter day, the word choose me.
the silver maple keys rustle against the cold blue sky.
she tilts her face upwards,
her eyes close but her mind opens
she knows that this breathing space
will save her.
with a hungry lust she reminds herself to savour;
to slow down - to delight in
the cold air that
tickles and swells into
the cavity of her chest.
she holds it there and
for the moment she is
full, aware, clean and still.
suspended in the moment where her soul
warmed the winter's day.
and then when the abundance
becomes a burden
she begins to release.
slowly, almost shyly she
lets go, opens her eyes
and is renewed.
