Thursday, April 11, 2013
With the strength of a gladiator, I face my internal foe, my Wintery and stifled soul.
With the swiftness of a hummingbird, I flit to a Sweet Nectar that is Life.
With the courage of a rock in its eternal battle against erosion, I stand firm.
With the wistfulness of a willow tree, I sigh.
With the heart of a mother bear, I call to my youthful cub-self and say, "Come out and smell the Spring air. Winter is over. We no longer hibernate."
I wade in a roaring river to fish for salmon.
The cold water breaks against my ankles.
Even my winter coat does not protect me from the shocking cold,
but I persist.
For in that flowing, raging water there is Life.
And it is mine.
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April 11, 2013 at 10:33 AM
This fills me with joy!
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