Mornin’ kids. I hope your Thursday is starting off sweet and slow.
No matter what your plans are or how many ‘to-do’s’ you’ve packed into this day, carve out some time to get outside and find your quiet.
Haze
Gray cascades of fogged memory
Blanket the distance
And everything seems so much closer now
Kinetic in wait.
The world was never so quiet
Nor so still.
Even as rain needles pierce my neck
And trace frozen rivulets down the valley of my shoulder blades.
More pleasant a day I have not lived.
Here in the stillness.
The quiet and uncomfortable
The shivering slip of feet and
Icy hands
Scuffed against granite and lichen
In search for hold.
How we’ve come to fear being alone.
How we shy from homegrown reflections,
And shudder at the thought
Of being solitary amid the rain and rock.
We don’t even know to mourn
The tremendous loss
of keeping our own company.
Perhaps the gray residing in our hearts would be lessened,
The stormy mind;
Hurricane of worry and doubt, would dissipate
If we more often paroled our bodies to the rough beauty of nature
The purity of what is real might bring us back ’round.
Clarity borne from the muddled haze.
Sarah Reichert Author 