Death & Rebirth

“All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.” - J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship Of The Ring

Hello Dear Friend,

Maybe it’s the wintry weather or maybe it comes from recent reflecting from what was going on this time a year ago but I recently read what I was journaling about late last January. Since we just crossed over the anniversary date I thought I’d share it with you so here it is…

Written on January 21, 2019

Today was one of those crazy harsh January, winter days. It's the kind of day where if you weren’t so busy trying to be a mature adult you’d just say - screw it. You know the kind I’m talking about. You step out your front door only to have your poor exposed cheeks assaulted by the freezing winter winds. As every part of your body begins to tingle you fight the urge to step back into your cozy sanctuary of a home and instead you face the fury of the blast and make the brisk walk over to your car.

On this winter day I’m reminded of the first real winter teaser of the season that hit a week before Thanksgiving. It was an ice storm and I’ll be honest, it wasn’t a great day. Current events had me feeling mentally weary and emotionally broken. Hurt and frustrated, I stepped outside for some fresh air. Trying to wash away the rushing waves of disappointment I went to stand outside my door. Standing there, I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths to calm myself. There I stood breathing in and out as I listened to branches falling and ice crashing to the ground like shattering glass. In my stillness a revelation came to me as a small voice whispered, “I allow everything I’ve created to break so that it can be made stronger.”

I’ll be real with you, today is another not so great day. One of those where try as you might you just can’t seem to push away the frustrations. The weight grows heavier on the heart and more and more negative thoughts seep their way into the mind. I know there’s a storm raging all around me and I’m caught up in as I dig in my heels and hang in there just trying to keep it together. I know it's a fight for my soul. In my bitterness, I fight for the joy I know belongs to me. In my brokenness I fight for my healing, in my weakness I fight to find my strength and in the midst of the lies I fight for truth.

Like the winter has its time and season and some things go into hibernation while others are purged and die off, spring will come eventually bringing with it rebirth. And old things that have passed away come back stronger than ever.

With love,

a Poetic Soul