January

“In the midst of winter, I found there was, within me, an invincible summer. And that makes me happy.

For it says that no matter how hard the world pushes against me, within me, there’s something stronger – something better, pushing right back.”

Albert Camus

For some of us, January, even if promising, does not cease to feel like a Monday morning. We have to wake up to it, after a whole weekend of inadequacy, celebration, pillow talk or just cuddling with the sofa. Then we have to put on the stiff clothes and good shoes and set up the week mood by walking into it enthusiastically.
This year, I gave my January a chance to make a quick rumba and blush seductively as a Friday would.

I walked out in the frozen Sun and marveled at the gooses that were wiggling and dipping their heads into water as they would do in any summer day. While I was shivered and small, they were cheerfully and gloriously swaying between the chunks of ice.

I couldn’t love life more than when I feel all its cold and its Sun melding under the same sky. The vigor and newness of such times, allows the spirit to take in a new shape.

Breathing and allowing the air curl down your spine, bursting into a forest of light and force and beggining. One with the world.

Isn’t God as the fields of languorous poppies, as it is the bare, helpless trees?

What lays within one’s winter is of the same strength as a mountain’s stillness against the years of storm and erosion.

There is no guilt into being different or unfortunate or broken or idle. May the blissful thoughts summer over the thirsty evils surrounding you.

While the cold pushes against you, push back by catching on fire. By burning. By becoming a flame in the world you live.

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Isabela