Long, long after the first snow of fall
When winter seems to crawl and crawl
and our winter clothes seem as tired as
a well worn path in the snow,
comes February,
the month of the shadow.
How we deal with it is up to us.
Some hop on a plane, some grab a bus.
But no matter where you go,
you’ll never flee your own shadow.
Listening, feeling, allowing to mend,
cast off parts of ourselves are put
back together again.
Like a seamstress who values an
old piece cloth,
nothing put into shadow is ever lost
or deemed worthless – oh no! -
but esteemed in the highest regard
all that we thought too quickly to discard.
And so blessed are you who
bring into light
the shadows that once
gave you such fright!
So now take courage my friend
and take the chance
to learn your shadow’s
nimble dance.
When winter seems to crawl and crawl
and our winter clothes seem as tired as
a well worn path in the snow,
comes February,
the month of the shadow.
How we deal with it is up to us.
Some hop on a plane, some grab a bus.
But no matter where you go,
you’ll never flee your own shadow.
Listening, feeling, allowing to mend,
cast off parts of ourselves are put
back together again.
Like a seamstress who values an
old piece cloth,
nothing put into shadow is ever lost
or deemed worthless – oh no! -
but esteemed in the highest regard
all that we thought too quickly to discard.
And so blessed are you who
bring into light
the shadows that once
gave you such fright!
So now take courage my friend
and take the chance
to learn your shadow’s
nimble dance.
