After
weeks of being unable to move forward and feeling trapped by my small community
and aspects of my life I got stuck at home in Blizzard Nemo.
I was not
figuratively stuck, like I was in my professional life, but rather literally
stuck at my house. We were buried
in three feet of snow and unable to leave for 48 hours until our plow guy came.
Surprisingly
the freedom that came from being unable to leave gave me great wisdom about
what was keeping me paralyzed in my career. The softness and freedom of the
snow was inspirational, and the confinement with my family a gift.
This
poem was a result of the weekend, the snow and its wisdom. I feel less stuck. I
feel lighter and focused. I appreciate what I am and what
I have to give.
I am finding my wings.
unstuck.
the
floating snowflakes
dropped
weightless to the ground.
the
roof, the grass and the roads
were
soon buried under their mass.
steps
were tough, driving impossible
leaving
was not an option.
i
was stuck.
the
glue came not via the snow,
it
was from fear to move forward.
fear
of the unknown is heavier
than
three feet of wet snow.
fear
of failure is more paralyzing
than
the unplowed driveway.
heaviness,
stickiness, stuck.
snowflakes
celebrate their uniqueness and
glide
effortlessly in their own ways.
it
is as if snowflakes are made
of
feathers and a blizzard is their wings.
the
road reappeared and the snow is melting,
and
because of the snow I feel less stuck.
i have
learned from the snowflakes
to
release the hesitations and fear.
i am
finding the lightness in my own feathers
i am
appreciating my uniqueness and offerings.
i am
trusting that i will soar and land softly.
I
am finding my wings.
i
am unstuck.
Photography by Allison Tentelman |
Love the expression of being "unstuck" I know what that feels like. My wings came when I started writing. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely beautiful, liberating, inspiring, stunning. Thank you.
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