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| Day Like Ice Willow ~ 2002 Outside of my window, I can see the rain. Yesterday, there was a sun clad day and a moon clad night. Now, as I awake from the dreams and meditations that sleep brings, I see the sun lit raindrops on my window. Underneath the blankets, there is a warm aura, and I am reluctant to push the sheets away so that my day can begin. The smell of last night's ritual lingers in the air - patchoulli and sandalwood. My feet touch the cool wood at my feet, my hands touch the side of the bed and help to push my body to steady feet. Walking cloudy eyed, I find a sweater that is full of deep earth tones and I pull it over my head. The wool itches my face and neck, but only for a moment, and then I appreciate it's warmth. I'll do Yoga, but right now, coffee sounds better. But Yoga comes first every morning. Drums come from two speakers on the wall ~ low and steady ~ as I sit in many positions which will help me to open my mind and body up to more emotion and create a more holistic temple inside of me. Goddess inside of me ~ I the temple. Yoga is over, and I am awake and coffee will only make me jittery. I have a glass of green tea, instead. Honey fills a spoon and stirs into the warm liquid. I pull a book from the shelf. The rain still falls outside. The warmth of my sweater still keeping me warm inside. No phone calls ~ No mail ~ Just a day to myself. Many people would not enjoy the solitude, but I am grateful for a little alone time with the Divine Spirit within me. Outside, it is a day like ice. Inside, my body is warm with soul. |
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