With a Sundress in the Snow I Am Humaning

Being human, human being

Photo by Author Jenny Lane

So I dance through, feeling braced to hibernate again with my own pain. I recognize this. I can be the flowing river under the ice though.

Keep moving.

I put on the music and keep moving, freezing isn’t a choice now.

I can choose joy.

Winter comes, so I’ll be Spring. Be water when the flames lick at my nerves and keep winter in reality. I can put on my sundress and boots and go dance in the snow.

I can dance in the snow, be the color in the gray. Boots and sundress on, and my pink Winter hat. Fully human.

Fully human.

Melt the freeze. Tame my flame, still keep my passion in my compassion. No hibernation, no tucking myself in alone. Alone I know, reaching out is unfamiliar. Asking for a hand in my hand unusual.

I'm human. I will not neglect this human in my divinity. I'm a human humaning. I am humaning. Fully verb form human.

Searching for compassionate souls, in openness means I have awareness I will come across suffering spilling over. I have awareness my suffering will spill over.

So I will put on my sundress and boots and dance in the snow.