I look out into a field of stark, leafless trees wrapped up in a ghostly fog of grey.
Their dark limbs silhouette tributaries of black lace, entwined in a colorless sky.
How bare and vulnerable without their protective garb, their countless masks falling into this God given moment.
This past week Mother Earth has been watering the plants and trees with life giving nourishment. Yet, there is an unsettling northern wind blowing though the inner landscape of my mind. When I touch the edges of my resistance, an anxiety floods my senses and I want to bolt. Run fast and free until these feelings take wing. Or, maybe pick up a pen and let all my fears pour out on paper in a swirling torrent until the last drop wears me out in healthy fatigue. Lest, I pull back from life and hide in a safe but lifeless cocoon of my making.
Or, can I turn... right here and now to breathe in this question; can I love in this moment, even my anxiety and fear?
Funny, but suddenly I feel my energy shifting as this storm recedes back out to sea.
Ireland 2010, Photo by ~liz
