Glimpses of possibility
Life calling
New ways
Love that takes your breath away
Tasted and felt internally
And then covered
Abandoned
Too much
Stay safe
Stay small
When we let the snow cover up our gifts, our newness and parts (sometimes large parts) of our soul
So we won’t have to acknowledge them
To rise to the risk of their expression
Or move outside of family, religion, tribe, or culture
Better to let the snow cover them, and pretend they didn’t really matter, weren’t real
But you know what they are
And you know where they are
Under the snow
Waiting for you to brush the snow away
And become real, authentic – you