1-12-25
Living with darkness, the always returning need for self-hatred.
Loosing the battle, unable to escape perfectionism.
The judgement, the desire to hold it, the need to not hold it.
The slow crawl back to acceptance,
The destination of now, which I never seem to reach.
Then redemption:
This morning on a predawn walk through the woods, I saw 4 deer.
I felt sorry to disturb them.
The snow makes food scarce, and they had probably found something.
Their lives, their presence put me in my place.
They remind me that I am a creature, no more, no less.
I am a part of nature until nature has no more time for me.
My thoughts, emotions, opinions and judgements are like melting
snowflakes dissolving on the land.
Finding my place, and its right where I belong. Only This.