Monday, 17 January 2011

treasure: the wisdom that an icy path brings

my enlightenment for the day:



no matter how hard we try to fight it, or how carefully we walk, or how far out we spread out our arms for balance, sometimes our legs go our from underneath us quite suddenly.



we fall.



sometimes, it's hard to get back up again. sometimes we've hurt ourselves falling. sometimes we're scared we're just going to fall again once we're up, and it's easier to lay on the cold ground contemplating staying right where we are.



you just can't fight the ice. it is what it is. in difference circumstances, in different forms, it becomes something else, something we look for, long for and ache for... snow, for riding or skiing on, flat manicured ice, for skating on. it's a vital ingredient in a refreshing gin and tonic.



this week, i have found it exhausting. i have tried to make it work for me, but it just doesn't, and every time i go anywhere i am almost certain to fall over. i'm black and blue and battered.



i'm working hard on that whole 'feel the fear and do it anyway' mindset, but really, would it be such a bad thing to stay home?



i think that tomorrow is the start of another week, and we shall see.


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