Each winter I have steeled my self to never give into slowly slipping mood
to sadness coming with darknessto the hibernation so very tempting
Never give up
the energies of spring and summer
that beg me to go outsideto see growth and blossoms
The darkness puts me to sleepand yet there is still life and living to be experienced
No snow angels here! - no gooshy mud puddles eitherunless I go to the park and find squishey, slippery grass
Takes me back to my childhoodand ditches full of water that run deep.
Never give up those childhood memories, the ones that were fun, even if they did have a lesson attached
Never give up on that childthat child spirit still living within
that child still determined to find fun and playuntil playtime brings sleepy eyes and a pillow.
Never give up on all the childrenthat were one with those memories
the sisters and brothers now as adult as yourself.
They too have their memories and live beside them.
Never give up on each daywhether sunny or gray, rainy or windy.
In each day there is joy to be found.
Today it is the feeling of wet wind on my face.
“For in every adult there dwells the child that was,
and in every child there lies the adult that will be.”
~ John Connolly, The Book of Lost Things
Author's note: Edited January 27, 2024