Cold winds blow in December,
fire flickering in the chimney draft
as I rethread the story
I tell myself about this world
and how I am to walk in it.
The story to be rewoven each year
with faith in the new babe taking form,
unseen yet dimly felt, stirring
with the strength of earth,
knowing it will soon be born.
What a different (and better) world this would be if everyone put even a fraction of this kind of thinking into their lives!
‘Tis the story of life, it is.
Isn’t it true how we all must unravel our life to constantly rediscover our eternal self. I love this adventure and on reflection even the low points. I love also connecting with you at this level for it reminds me of the reality that always exist beneath the surface.
Good points to consider and work with in this winter cycle of darkness.
Blessings to you for providing us this food for thought.