*Written November 2021

Hello old friend, we meet again. You creep in slow, and before I know it your are back again, cloaking me like a dense blanket a little too heavy for comfort. As the days grow shorter I wonder how I will manage this years foggy traverse. Will I take it in stride, focusing on wellness, & wholeness, or will I be buried in all the feelings. numb, tired, & cold. Either way, and likely with a balance of both I will be casting a stronger, humbler me out from this chrysalis yet again by the time the first sunrise of spring arrives…

Of course, Only time will tell, but I gotta say, I’ve got a good feeling about this one. strange, as everything hasn’t made much sense lately. The bills are piling up, this seasons crop had no yield to speak of, and the realities of adulthood are palpable on the mind and body.

I wonder, who (if any) notice the battle going on inside these doors. my optimist, my pessimist. At odds with each other fighting to be the real me. I observe the battle, which, they say, is a step in the right direction. Tho I cannot amicably call a truce. I am not in control of who has the upper hand. Yet… So I breath, I bathe, and accept the nothingness I know in comparison to the expansive everything that is.
-P