Melting Snow: Letting Go of What No Longer Serves

Snow is breathe-taking when its new,
It has no care at all, really.
Not about which direction it sways,
Nor where it will eventually land.

It just falls.

Free of expectation,
Free of pain,
Free of hurt.
The type of snow that’s created for snow angels.

Then it hardens a bit.

Days of soft snow angels,
Turns into nights of snowball fights.
It feels wrong, but it excites you.
It’s easy to be swept up by the drama of it all.

Then it turns to mush.

Shoveling it on top of itself,
Again and again,
As muddy footprints leave their mark.

Its no longer fun to play in,
Or even look at.
It was good, until,
It wasn’t anymore.

And worst of all, it refuses to melt.

Now, it feels impossible.
It’s nothing like it was before,
But there is no escaping it.

And, you’re left wondering,
How can you get the snow to
Leave as easily as it came?

How can you ever really let go?

-Rule

Dancing Fire

I love the way fire dances.

Without abandon,

Changing directions,

Picking up and slowing down.

It resists being contained.

It refuses to go quietly.

It keeps burning long after others are done watching.

For its own sake.

So, let your fire burn.

Let your fire dance.

Set your fire free.

-Rule

Your Thoughts are a Dangerous Place to Be

If you stop numbing long enough, you can hear your thoughts.

You can hear the incessant criticism, the urge to repeat the same patterns.

The same destructive thoughts that got you where you are in the first place.

You notice the thoughts…

‘This will never end’
‘I’ll always be depressed’
‘They don’t care about me’
‘My anxiety is my fault’
‘I’m worthless’

You’ve been here before and you’re trying so hard to prevent a downward spiral.

You journal and try to feel your way though your tunnel of emotions.

You get out of bed determined to make it through the day.

Each day gets harder, though. You’re restless and impatient and tired and pissed all at the same time.

Why you?

Why can’t you ever put your needs first?

Why can’t it ever be easy?

It hurts because despite all evidence to the contrary you believe that being brave is worth it.

You believe getting back up is the only way through.

So tonight you’ll go to bed, dreaming of better days ahead. Knowing this won’t last forever because nothing ever does.

You’ll sit in between an uncomfortable thought: This wave is temporary but that doesn’t make it hurt any less.

-Rule