And the Older said...
You stand.
You breath, let it move through.
You go.
Sometimes just to see.
Don't be discouraged.
Absorb the magic of days.
It rained, it snowed, the plow guy didn't show, 7 degrees, it froze, no unfreeze in sight, the only way out is to slide. Or fly.
Just a shadowy beginning to a winter's day. A winter self. Worn thin from a sad world. As it sometimes happens.
Snow over ice. Won't be above freezing for a while. The blues are settling in.
But then thin, always the opportunity, to become like a window. Or to lift off in the wind.
If the path before you is clear,
you are probably on
someone else's.
-Carl Jung
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