renewal

Solstice. The shortest and darkest day of the year. What an opportunity to turn inward and think about what can be left behind and what can begin to be uncovered. What has always been there and is ready to come in with the ever lengthening daylight…Oh, and it was a full moon.

From the darkest day

Or the most frozen of earth

will always come

the whisper

and promise

of a new path.

Even when unseen

to eyes so very aware

of the physical nature.

Beneath layers of forgetting

Bubbles the hope

that surely, purposefully

ever so intentionally

ignites the one tiny spark

that illuminates the abyss.

Only after all has crumbled

After all has turned to ash

can the light emerge.

Like a phoenix or a bloom

A new existence seemingly spontaneous

but always aching to be uncovered.

Ready for more and more light? I am. I see you.

Alina