Winter is Here
Winter is here. It is why I am not a snowbird. It is why I am a freebird. I love the change of seasons. I love each season for what each bring to my spirit. Each contain some of my favorite memories and I couldn't just pick one as a favorite. And, if there is something in life I would do differently, I would take a vacation every January. After Christmas I feel like a bear and just want to curl up and sleep. I would love the warmth of sunshine. So, this year I do have time off in January. And, with all the news of new varients etc. I am not making any plans. But, I am foot loose and fancy free, so who knows what I will do.
I am already planning and focusing on my goals for 2022. I have a lot of uncertainty, but just as much opportunity. So, it is very exciting. One of the goals is to write a book! So, I will need focus and devotion to this endeavor. It should come pretty easy as I love my morning writings. When I was going through the worst part of this year I was writing a lot of poetry to get me through. The words just flowed out of me, and I never shared it. But, today I thought I would share my writing called With Eyes of a Freebird. It will be loosly my theme and focus this year along with butterflies.
With Eyes of a Freebird:
Just say the word
and I shall be healed
soaring like a bird
and landing in a field
with sunflowers
turning and facing the sun
nature has it’s powers
of making things get done
starting from seeds
but ending as flowers
pulling out the weeds
so a garden can be won
When I look at the world
from up above
please make me see the good
and all of the love
Let me know the seeds
to sow and leave the rest to grow
because with each seed
I truly know
the abundance of beauty
is about to burst forth
If only I let it be
there will be beauty
for all to see
Quote of the day: "The winter solstice has always been special to me as a barren darkness that gives birth to a verdant future beyond imagination, a time of pain and withdrawal that produces something joyfully inconceivable, like a monarch butterfly masterfully extracting itself from the confines of its cocoon, bursting forth into unexpected glory." — Gary Zukav
Song of the Day: Winter Song: Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michaelson
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