SNOW
this morning almost too deep to move through...
in my mind hear the Goddess of the Quit whisper ~
I will wrap you in this still, surreal, beautiful landscape
while you get your bearings.
SNOW
was it always this white? so...bright?
BEFORE the quit
i would be tramping off to the corner store for smokes
and stale coffee
i would be standing in the blizzard, standing in some
bleak outside space with my eyelashes crusted with white
tightly pulling in the corners of myself
puffing, scowling, cursing the snow
puffing, scowling, cursing
puffing puffing scowling cursing
puffing
like a frozen corpse in a frozen hell
SNOW
it swirls against the window where I am now all cozy
sitting in the best seat of the upscale neighborhood cafe
drinking very good espresso and eating a
lemon pecan scone
The Goddess of the Quit breathes blessings into my being
and her breath smells like sweet candy
She whispers ~
I know today, all day, you will say....
I jump in, yes, I will say...
I will say ~ Nope! Not one puff!
the barista has put on some kind of chiming bells music, like
electronic gamelan and i could get up and dance i could hug all the
coffee drinkers i could pet all the dogs under the tables licking the
snow off their cold paws
The Goddess of the Quit whispers ~
This is a taste of the new normal.
Wow!
I smile a secret smile.
cpk 21 days :wub: