I've been feeling oddly light today, and it's so quiet.
Not just outside, but in here, and in my head.
Life is not simple, and we still have much to be concerned about. Yet I have just realised that there is a peace that comes with acceptance, of cancelling plans and taking more care, and letting some fustration slide too.
And just for a moment, this afternoon, standing in the kitchen I am transported, first to past winter holidays, and warm silence, and then to something long past, and long buried, and I am six again and
yet secretly thrilled at being inside
there's no school today
and Dad is home
and knows what to do
or at least seems to
and mum has fed the chickens for me
and the dog has been brought in
everything is blanketed
by snow, nothing but white out of the window
all quiet and muffled by the drifts
we have counted the tins and the candles
there's enough, just, we think
and there's magic in the lantern light
casting pools across my homework
looking up, the stars are bright like ice
and the nothing seems to matter so much
as being safe indoors
And here we are again, facing with something bigger than
ourselves, and that we cannot (yet) face directly, but that we cannot turn a blind eye to either.
And lying low seeming very wise.
It's a time of telling stories, of reminding ourselves who we are any why, and what we value
And of looking out for each other.
LOVE TO ALL