10.15.20 // the cold

Breathing in the cold.
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Wisps of frost coat my lungs and I can feel winter swirling inside.
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But it isn't frigid, winter is warm with the promise of a new season, a new perspective, and the impending death of old and toxic ways to create room for growth.
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I greet winter with loving arms and an open heart.
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But, I know that not all days will be warm. Some days will be riddled with glacial winds rustling when the old ways start to die. The winds will rip through me and I'll feel small, broken, and frozen.
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But they'll be merely days, merely moments and while I'll seem stuck in the ice, the warmth from that winter air will fill my lungs and I'll be whole again. The warm moments will dance like the first-snow every time a new growth begins.
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I just need to trust the cycle.
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I just need to trust the process.
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I just need to trust the seasons.