sitting still, feeling warm

Life has felt kind of…. Hm what is the term. Not idle- not really static. How I imagine water must feel in warm months, when there is no wind, when there are no swimmers. I feel a top layer of emotional congealing. Not bad or good or anything- and not demanding to be it, too. Protective- sort of. Preserved. Yes!!! Life has felt preserved :3 I feel comfortable sitting under it, and allowing myself room to stretch, to eat big warm meals, to lay under the sun and ask only for its warmth.

The warmth has come early this year, and this winter feels new because of it. If you could imagine the past season(s) as a cliff face, and the eagerness of the coming season(s) as what lays below. This week, small time period, has felt like peering over the edge; my heart is beating quicker, and I am finding new ways to slow it. Peering over with excitement for all that is to come. But feeling firm and rooted on the cliff face.

It is nice this way. I like having room and space to lay in dirt and stretch stretch stretch. Take this time to open your hip flexors, to rub out the tightness in your neck, to chug water when you remember to drink it.

I am excited !!!!