nesting
I am struggling with the last days of February, struggling with the last days we had with our old-lady cat, struggling with change and loss, darkness and shadow.
Struggling but not giving up.
At night I make a fire, all orange and red and yellow against the black canvas of life, and then pull quilts around me and lose myself in books and words, or beautiful pictures. And when I am tired of beauty, I move on to things that make me laugh, or at the very least, smile.
The wind howls and I am bending. Down, down, down to touch the earth.
Once I have kissed it, then it will be time to let go and stretch back up towards the sun.
This month is its very own season. The empty cave of February.
And in a cave, you hibernate.
I’ll be here.
February 21st, 2013 at 8:45 am
the cave is not empty, february toughens the soul for the coming year—tepo challo!
February 21st, 2013 at 9:48 am
You’re an outstanding essayist.
February 21st, 2013 at 12:00 pm
Sigh. It certainly hasn’t been an easy month, this one. I am so sorry for your loss, love. Sending you light and smiles. xoxo
February 21st, 2013 at 12:00 pm
And when emerging may you feel the warmth of the sun shining on you.
February 21st, 2013 at 2:04 pm
this month does feel like a season at time….so the past tense, you lost the cat? i am sorry…as you know we lost ours in decemeber….this month needs beauty and laughter…and maybe a little color…
February 21st, 2013 at 11:05 pm
February does feel like hibernation. I’m in a waiting game for spring and all that I hope it brings! Stay warm!
February 22nd, 2013 at 2:45 pm
Each year February feels like a hard month and I’m sure its even more so with the loss of your beautiful cat. I’m hoping that Spring might chose to show its face with the start of a new month.
February 22nd, 2013 at 3:12 pm
Oh wow do I hear you. February as a cave. Yes it is. Struggling but not giving up – that’s key.
February 25th, 2013 at 10:37 pm
I love cocooning…you are in my thoughts…