I started getting signs before I knew that they were signs. Even now as I get them, if I try to figure out what they mean, I almost never do. I need to step back and look at the world around me, and the situations I’m in for what they are without the emotional attachment of needing to know and wanting a certain outcome. It’s been at least a year and a half since I kept getting the message that “winter is coming”. Then, I frantically scrambled to try and figure out what it meant, sure it was a warning that meant I needed to close off and guard myself. Only today did the message pop back.
Sometimes I feel winter on a spring night as the air turns cool and rushes through the open window and I’m gripping the sheets to my chest, wishing for warm arms around my waist. Winter isn’t a time of year or even a set of weather patterns. Winter is the closing off from the world, the silence, the stillness, the solitude. Winter is a feeling that can be bitter unless you choose to prioritize gathering, even when it’s cold.
Winter is Coming
When they tried to tell me Winter is coming
I didn’t know they were referring to the bitter coldness
My mind defaulted to snowflakes and sled-riding
I don’t think better preparation would have kept out the storm
But maybe it would have helped me to see the need to vacate sooner
We both started freezing over, icicles forming at the mouth, cutting if we got too close
I’m starting to see that coldness just creeps in with the dark, sometimes
You have to promise yourself, each other, that you won’t let yourself freeze
Grab hold, get close, allow warmth to grow between you
I know the coldness makes you want to run and find somewhere to hide
But energy is created by connection, think electricity, friction
If you’re going to have the energy to brave the storms, join together
Winter is coming, will you choose to weather the weather?
Much love, until next time.
Madeline May I... 