Waiting in the Valley
Horizon’s peak
is graced with a
glimmer of light
while the
valley below
lies shrouded
in darkness
and in that valley
the watcher waits
with the echo
of night upon them
as they see
if the light will reach
to warm cold cheeks.
The Dawning
Not much color
lives in the world
when
clouds and fog
swirl in the mind
but as the
slightest light
breaks through
a glimmer of color
slips in
to catch the eye
and provide
hope.
Prompt: Draw a single random card from your favorite deck and share with us how the card makes you feel.
Okay so my first feeling is the need to cover up her nipple. I mean, I’m just sayin’, and I know it’s totally my upbringing but it just… yeah. So anyway. That aside…
What I see in this card is focus. That keen focus that comes with a depth of concentration and investment to here everything else falls to the wayside and all that there is is this one single thing.
Some people call this type of focus “being in the zone” and others call it “flow”. In fact I’m pretty sure that there’s a book specifically about “Flow” and how to harness it for your needs and purposes. I think that some people find this mental space easily… and others have either never experienced it or do not find it easy to sink into that space at all.
I personally find this mental space often and I think that there are times when I find myself “missing time” that in fact what has happened is I have slipped into this “flow” of concentration and just forget to re-emerge for a time. The rest of the world and my actions within it go on autopilot while I am focused so deeply on a concept or idea that I don’t even notice… because for me in that time, nothing else exists.
What this card makes me feel is familiarity. An awareness of those times I have slid into that mind space, and a familiarity with it through observation of the figure in the card also lingering within “the zone” as I so often do when working on something I have a good deal of interest and investment in.
The Hungry Earth
Weather
takes its tole
as mother earth
nibbles and nips
at what was built
by hands and nails
She seeks
to tear down
that which is not
of the earth
and take it in
to digest
and make
it hers.
The Light Above
Even a little light
is blinding
when you are
trapped
in the bottom
of the darkness
and yet
even that
tiniest bit of light
is welcome,
allowing
awareness
of something
to reach for.
Not Okay
I… am not okay. I felt myself sliding down the walls of the pit and I clawed at the walls to slow the fall. I thought I’d managed to catch myself and cling to the side…. and then I slid further still. I am not okay. I know this. But I know, too…. that I will be. Eventually.
It is a game of patience. Of waiting. Of remembering that my mind is lying to me, that all the painful whispers picking at my soul are not fact but fiction. I haven’t been this deep for two years now.
Please… please don’t last until April like the last time. Please let me be able to climb those walls back up to the light again soon. Please.
