the fears of others drape me like chains; struggle to stand, hunch with the strain. the counsel i seek resides in me and the power above felt but unseen… so await for a sign my feet in the sand salt of the sea strength of the land. 9.8.17
day 250
once again we brace for a storm mother nature’s rage supplants my own, diminished by her fury we bond in community, spiraling past all that held us down. 9.7.17
day 249
my best defense is a sense of self, one that wavers but does not fall. swaying, it always brings me back to balance again. i struggle with my openness to all with love, before they have earned my trust. 9.6.17
day 248
trampled flat i press into the earth, breathe in the cool damp soil, worms wiggle, seed sprout through. remain to rest heart beats with the tide fingers touch feathery tendrils sinking deep i await my turn to sprout. 9.5.17
day 247
serpents coil around me their squeeze restricts my breath scales shimmer in the light an hypnotic sheen. pressures test my strength challenging embrace of passion laced with danger biding my time until they tire and release. 9.4.17
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