Yarns spun, cosied up to a fireplace on a frigid day so cold that even the icicles are shivering,
No warmth from the sun
covered in sweaters and blankets
weaving our dreams
telling stories to ourselves
about beaches and the open road
in a convertible - a cherry red one -
punishing ourselves………..No
feeling guilty for ……. No
Not feeling guilty…..
eating more mint ice cream and chocolate chip cookies
~~~~~
Reboot:
Yarns spun, cosied up to a fireplace on a frigid day,
so cold that even the icicles are shivering,
No warmth from the sun
covered in sweaters and blankets
telling stories to myself
weaving my dreams
about flying away to Hawaii -
in my personal jet on flame painted wings ~
Restless and cranky…….No
calm, centered and bowing to the Universe
Sticking and stuck to the sofa……No
Up and rearranging the living room……
~~~~~
I give up - it’s all good.
I’m just making supper -
I haven’t eaten enough today…..
“When it comes to life, we spin our own yarn, and
where we end up is really, in fact,
where we always intended to be. “
~ Julia Glass, Three Junes
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