Awaiting

 Advent promised to give the soul space to breathe in peace.

Musing on the beauty of silence amongst the trees.

Dreamt of standing in the icy wind and watching waves crash upon rocky shores.

Small wonders are missing from us now, yet there is hope in all things new.

Minute spaces seem to become smaller and crushing ... dreams feeling like ATLAS on weary shoulders.

Keeping promises made in the heat of maniac conclusions and trusting that all roads lead to peace.

Pushing to keep the sun shining through clouds, knowing well that

the mind is bright.

It is Advent Season restless time, in a few days, we will be born again.

The cycle of life will reset and all will be well.

We are pulling all of our weight now as the chest feels heavy and the mind too tired to resolve, the unfamiliar.  

Instincts are the gift that move us through the uncertainty and into peace.

Remember the promise...give the soul a little piece of your time. 

Nothing is more important than the new life inside of you.

A few precious days are left and then we will be anew.