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 ...
Women's Spiritual Poetry