There is a place other than my head where living is deeper, wider, fuller, and whole. It is hard to get out of that ‘head’ space and into this foreign land called soul.
As the sun shines brighter and longer, March moving into April, my brain chemicals are mixed up like a hurricane of ups and downs, the downs very low.
Pulling out of winter has its dangers, spring fever making decisions rash not bold. Take care to be in every moment even if the moments are hard to be in.
Go slow, pace myself, keep working at what is beneath the brain’s tendency to put myself down.
Mistakenly, too much of winter has been spent battling others. The real battle is within countering that critical voice which almost completely has taken over.
Time to take my life back.
First winter windflower of the season in my secret garden:
Patricia J Grace 