Mud season is in earnest on the roads now, but it’s still weeks away for the yards and gardens and even further out for the woods.
I’m glad for the rain really. There is the hope of washed away snow, but the gray does nothing to improve moods today.
Turn up the lights, even though it is day, to try to chase the gray thoughts away. Peg up a bright yellow post-it note in your head; happiness is a choice. Every day.
For breakfast serve fruit and leftovers from dinner, Swedish meatballs.
Steep a pot of chamomile. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe deep.
Try a little yoga, just for a minute or two (breathe. breathe. breathe deep.)
Don’t sit and stare too long, letting the familiar gauzy curtain settle thickly about everything. Get up! Move around. Shake it free. Don’t get bewitched by the smoke curling out the window; swirling, curving, dispersing. Pull in, pull back, focus. Don’t get lost and drift away.
Dream of sewing the sun.
Go wandering about in the birch scented mist
What a beautifully written post, and some lovely photos. My heart goes out to you. Greyness is the worst of all, isn’t it.
This is beautiful. And I can relate so well!
Breathing deep with you over here, mama.
Namaste
What wonderful poetry and pictures to go with!
I love this post!
Oh how beautiful- your words and pictures!