fields

there is something so beautiful 

at 

Blessings Farm

when the morning light hasn't yet

hit the front of my field

but has hit the neighbors..

It looks rather magical…

because MY field

looks captured

enslaved by frost;

beholden,

by a certain chill

it's shocking really

desperate

striking

and beautiful.

The pain in my brain…

it holds me

It holds me tight

but there is this promise

of it's release

I can see it in the fields beyond

and today

today at two of my medication intervals

I needed 1/2 dose of pain meds

autumn is still here

and winter is still coming

coming with it's cold

with its chill

and ice

but there was warmth in my bones today

briefly

life in my brain today

briefly

and it offered hope

and it was thrilling

because I love life.

and I have NO desire to lay down with winter.

but rather

to gather up the wood

and the tea

and the roots…

to hang the meat to dry,

and stack some books

and hunker down

for a winter 

of healing

a winter of restoration 

Overcoming Moriarty

won't be about

just popping some pills

but about ME

taking back 

this 

GIFT

called 

LIFE