Frozen.

I used to say I loved winter.  To hunker down inside and work and work and work and work.  To turn inward.  To reflect and hibernate and put down roots and RITUALS. 

(I won't forget it's beautiful.)

(I won't forget it's beautiful.)

(I won't forget it's beautiful.)

But this winter I am feeling more trapped.  More restricted.  

Frozen.

I guess I've something still to learn about stillness. (Click to Tweet)

So now each time I feel trapped, I promise you I'll take a breath.

So now each time I feel restrained, I'll raise my arms and spin in place.

So now each time I must pick my steps so slowly so as not so slip, I will ground and relish in the slowness and intention.

So now each time I pull at the layers, I will relax into the feeling of being held.

So now each time I want to breathe the air, I simply will.  And feel the cold bite of frozen air.

And I will promise to capture a few of these moments in the stillness.  

After all, we are lucky to have these frozen moments.