lessons of winter
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Winter supports us to slow down and dive inward with compassion. We may not always be ready, but we can be more prepared for what meets us in the deep end. Many of us are stuck before the door of change, held back by faceless captors.
the colony programs an inner critic in all of us - feeding on comparison, fear, and endless to-dos.
abuse cultivates distrust in the Self and others - fueling the ostracization of the Shadow.
exploitation of Life - planting seeds of doubt about worthiness and love.
When is the “right” time to reconnect with our humanity and make space for our divinity?
I stood at the door a long time…wailing for a savior who would never come. I kept my nose in books and romanticized perfect social interactions in my mind. The watery subconscious began to tilt between extremes. Apathetic to connection or obsessed with the lack of it. Crushed beneath shame, fear, rage, and grief. I had opened that door, taken a few laps and clung to the door frame decorated with masks. False security. I had yet to admit I am more than my victimhood would believe. So I started to learn how to let go. I surrendered to the crumble and broke into the next shape. I consented to receiving support and harnessing this God/dess-given magick. Every pause, every moment between consumption, every tear shed brought me closer to my Truest Self. I experienced unimaginable discomfort while simultaneously feeling the most fulfilled.
Then Spirit brought me to another portal asking for one thing - integration. My toolbox needed remodeling and I stepped powerfully (still a bit timid) into the next chapter. As I am blessed each morning with breath, I find resonance in honoring Mother’s cycles. Earth supports me in my journey home. She reminds me I am meant to grow in phases and healing takes time. I cannot tell anyone else what their path should look like. As I age I gain greater wisdom, but also more questions. I offer these words as a star of hope. If you choose to receive the lessons of Winter:
have faith in vulnerability
believe there can be safety in community
enjoy the ecstasy of falling in love with your rawest form
authenticity is a beautiful blessing
Creative Corner Highlights - poem & playlist
Poetry written by Imani Scott-Smittick © 2023
feathery tips graze valves as I sob in shavasana a stowaway in my hips exile you from this blood shed back into Earth’s core a heart opening goodbye and an anxious welcome birth deep brown-black soil once a vacancy now fertile with freedom and filled cups birdsong and laughter
Playlist: "Shedding"
I love this!!! Thank you. Your art is so beautiful and the message behind it paired with your words all makes me feel held and seen. A community space curated and BLESSED ✨️
I especially loved Resurrection. Blessings on this sacred space. I look forward to your future revelations. <3