Slipping away

 

It was time for some mountain air. Past time.

Take a day, drive to the mountains. Wander the town's hills, visit the shops. Drink a beer, find some tea, buy beads and a new mallet, chartreuse dye, just to make sure you don't run out.

On your way home, turn right off the highway at nearly the last minute. Follow the signs to the parkway. drive until you pass a pullover with a creek. Turn around. Get out and breath. Dip fingers in the icy water. Bring stones and images back with you.

Find a piece of your heart where it belongs.

The Shield

Sometimes, we go dark.  Sometimes we've beaten or ignored too long, too hard, to see the light anymore. Pushed back into the shadows, retreating to the night.  

Yet, something still glimmers, your shield, your sword cobwebbed and dusty. Pick them up, feel the familiar weight of your own self-defense, tap back into your strength.  Light the candle, roll your shoulders and square up to the darkness.  Take it back.

 

This is to remind you that there is always a next step to take, even when your back is to the wall.

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