Time burrows with horrors laying dormant behind icy mirrors. Loneliness echoes from regret's bellows. rustling memories’ leaves tumbling like dominoes.
For a while, though I was beguiled But my smile soon faded away
I walk the highway past the old barns and rusted out barrels filled with autumn rain
Holding on to every last moment of summer, I feel that when I put on those jeans and those stupid thick winter yoga pants, I am almost defeated.
When we let go of the junk that burdens us, we are making a choice. A choice to make room for the things that make us smile, what brings us joy, what helps us grow, learn and give of ourselves. We make room for thankfulness and gratitude. We make room for love and adoration, for laughter and for happiness.