winter flusters

the winter always hits hard. 

the sun hides away much more, the clouds take precedence,

its okay - i expect this every year, but it never hits me easier.

maybe i should expect more from it, 

i sense there's things hidden in the cold and dark.

winter brings gratitude in different ways than summer,

warmth hides in cosy sweaters, fluffy blankets, hot drinks.

less visits means more appreciation to quality time,

seeing each other less means seeing each other more when we do:

"your hair has gotten so long",

"did you get your braces off already!",

"never knew you liked mulled wine",

like during summer we're running across flowery fields

but don't notice the flowers themselves. 

winter strips the soul naked,

summer strips the body, 

we are made to see more of ourselves,

and what we've hidden away

according to the seasons, and how they change. 

energy flows so differently throughout these shifts, 

always transforming, 

always showing a new side of Soul.

the cold pushes you deeper inside, 

see what you've hidden away from summer, 

from the sun, from the heat, what is it that needs to be kept cold?

the winter reminds you of these things,

everything that you can't expose to heat because otherwise it'll fester.

deep inside, away from the light and warmth

there are things, 

and i don't know if you've hidden them here 

or they've always been there, 

but i know there's something...

something there that you don't look at during summer

something that makes you run to the Sun - "blind me, warm me,

i don't want to see."

its better to look,

than to forever be chasing the summer and keep running away from winter  - 

embrace the seasons changing from inside out,

there's balance in that, 

and its not hidden, it comes every year,

as you expect it,

you got this.