The cold weather seems to have the effect of turning me in on myself. I noticed it last year, which was the longest spell of really cold weather I remember. But this year it's different. I now have a better way of turning to my inner world.Trying to get warm in a chilly cottage by a small fire can be bleak. But my way now is to dream the weather.To become the cold world.
Last night I was out under the stars, wrapped up in warm clothes but still feeling the chilly air in my bones.Jack Frost came to me and I took his hand. We walked together in his icy world. I know this is perilous. When I came back inside I was chilled to numbness. Ice crystal images followed me to bed, even though I was cuddled up with a hot water bottle.
Jack followed me in my dreams. Next morning it took a while to adjust to the day as it slowly got light.But all this is OK. I don't feel lost and isolated by things like this any more. I feel in contact with the elements in a positive way and walking a path I want to follow, not lost in a dark place.
