Winter Sits Between Us

Winter sits between us
Cold
Damp
Numbing

One goes within
The other waits

In the depth of that space
Sitting not quite alone
It’s almost dark as night
The light above held
Virtually out of sight

Two warm breaths
Linger in the air
Embracing silence
Holding
Safely
With Reverent care

For winter always brings many questions
Grey clouds of contemplation hang low
Heavy
And daunting

Though
Just beyond anxious winds
Propelling stories, fears and wounds
Blows a faithful gust of change
Allowing light to reach the darkest realms

Again the two exhale
In and out
In and out
In and out

Surrendering to the Self
And this year’s winter tale



We are sitting in the middle of winter, it's cold, we sniffle, and we often go within. Both literally and metaphorically. We stay home by the warmth of our fire, connecting less with those around us. We also tend to spend more time within ourselves contemplating life. Where have I been? Where am I going? This often brings uncertainty, fear, sadness, loss or simply confusion.

I often sit in this place with my clients, waiting out their winter storm, holding space for the confusion, allowing whatever else may emerge.