In my heart, winter scribbles
– for Poets and Storytellers United (Friday Writings #158: Prioritize), where we are invited to “prioritize”. The first thing that came to mind, when I saw the word, was a list of all the things I have (want?) to do, and the best way to arrange them from least to most important. The task terrified me. So, I went for something smaller (or just abstract). Winter always brews melancholy in the depths of my heart and skull (and a whole lot of pain in my joints). Nature goes so quiet, so many things die. And too often, it takes me a while to remember that winter isn’t just a cold ending, but the lull that fuels the beginning of a spring to come. So, I’ll focus on that: I will remind my flesh and spirit and bones and me that winter is a death that brings rebirth… eventually.
You have crystallised and distilled the feeling of winter so beautifully - Jae
ReplyDeleteAmid the turmoil a calming tale feels like a gift this New Year. Hope you have an amazing and healthy 2025, Magaly!
ReplyDeleteIt is beautiful to turn winter around and make it a beginning, spring then will be born from it...hope the new year is healthy and happy.
ReplyDeleteThe Eternal Cycle!
ReplyDeleteI like winter. It is a break from the heat and madness of summer.
ReplyDeleteLovely words.
ReplyDeleteAgree with you. Every end is a beginning.
We all have a looong To-Do list. The thought terrifies but also empowers. May we all achieve lots this year!
I'd venture to say that every death, of every kind, is also a new beginning.
ReplyDeleteafter end comes the beginning...
ReplyDeleteThis is profound, Magaly. Wishing you everything good in 2025.
ReplyDeleteWarmth and calming tales of beginnings to you.
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As always you write from the heat and show truth.
ReplyDeleteExactly what winter is. I wish you health and peace in 2025.
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