Nature herself seems confused these days – flowers linger despite the frosty chill. Inside, we prepare to hunker down for the cold weather, knowing that there is always potential for hindered travel.
Isolation plays with the mind, conjures certainty of malfeasance. Ric’s recovery is slow and his spirit is lagging. I feel somehow left behind, as if the world continues to weave their stories and have forgotten about me. Silly, I know. We are all in the same boat, but I had to pull myself up by the bootstraps this week and force myself to reach out. Reception, of course, was warm.
Beware the inner frost, I council myself. The heart’s fire needs tending – the love and communion of others is essential.
Outside the rain turns to sleet and cold winds coat bare branches with ice. Inside, I open WP account and set to read. Through the marvels of modern communication, I am cheered.
Thanks to all who participated this week. The topic was frost.
…Bilocalalia…, Frosty mug on a hot day
I Writer Her, The Tomb
paeansunpluggedblog, The night of reckoning
Eugi’s Causerie II, Summoning change
Blog of Hammad Rais, Borrowed Chill
parallax, She Went Deep
Hearing the Mermaids Sing, The Witch of Frost
MMA Storytime, The Write Fighter, part 13
I will back tomorrow morning with a new challenge. Hope you will join in.