Blessings, affirmations, grace, and reflection

I intended to go to church this morning but nature called. I decided to go for a walk in the park instead. I really needed the exercise and I am proud that despite being very out of shape I walked to around (the Meer) and back. My feet hurt because I still haven't found the right shoes, that is about all that really hurts. No knee pains or foot pain that was happening last year. Hopefully I am on the road to recovery. I just need to do it consistently. Not going to church and going to the park made me think of an Emily Dickinson poem: SOME keep the Sabbath going to church; I keep it staying at home, With a bobolink for a chorister, And an orchard for a dome. Some keep the Sabbath in surplice; I just wear my wings, And instead of tolling the bell for church, Our little sexton sings. God preaches,—a noted clergyman,— And the sermon is never long; So instead of getting to heaven at last, I ’m going all along!

I am swaddled in a deep blue blanket of despair Winter has cloaked the world outside in an icy white sheath I try to pull myself up out of the folds of the thick blanket to catch a sliver of winter sun I am gripped in a cold fear - an irrational fear Were it not winter I would not be in this place of unrest...disease...discomfort. Who will catch me when I fall? When the bright colors of spring appear I can finally feel alive I need the renewal of spring. I need to shed this blanket of despair. I need to feel the sun warm on my face, arms, spirit. I was born in the summer. I am meant to curl up in the fetal position and wait for spring. The transition is painful. I feel vunerable. I cry out. My soul yearns for peace. I wait for my bright yellow blanket to cover me. I am a child of summer. (c) 2010 Tinker Belle's Twilight