Tuesday, January 8, 2013

I am not strong enough . . .

. . . to withstand these winds that bluster the soul. Holding still is no refuge from their blows. One most go inside, let the motion meet the home's protective walls.

What respite is there for me, though, if I am already "inside"? If this body is not steel or wood but flesh and blood, making my spirit vulnerable.

1 comment:

whirligigdaisy said...

I love staying inside, but probably for all the wrong reasons.