i know what u mean about depressing in winter. sumtimes being de pressed is not the worst thing in the world. i think we need to be depressed,
pressed to push out , to give birth, in the spring to new life. olives must be pressed to be turned, diventare, olive oil. i can bedepressed when i miss my family, wishing they were here in their roots, reading with me, the spaces uv such deep beauty- and the ugliness in the dark, dustfilled corners;
i go under rocks to see what is growing on the dark side uv the moon.
winter for me, is spring cleaning, in the preparation:
catching a nose leaking, stormy, tempesta uv a cold,
allows us to slow down and do sum internal laundry;
blow out the excess mucus, the ” i dont need this”
to arrive at spring, light as a blu bird.
i started this blog, with a proposition to “let go uv the bags”,
the non essentials,
to get to the root uv things;
roots are what dig down in the winter- to allow the spring to bring sum new beautiful
nature to grow-
i also proposed to pack a few bags, and go, go, go
past go, and collect ur new prize.
a depressed empty vacuum is totally a must physically speaking-
for new air to flow in-
to be “depressed”
pressed up against a wall,
can end up in a struggle:
suffocating hands strangling the throat choking the words – the worst kinda fight-
that creates hate-
or it can end up in an empty air-filled four head tipped forward,
lip-locking passionate tongue rolling kiss–
so rest, pace urself, and contemplate the good words uv a favorite poet mr. bill bissett,
” if i can be sumthing nothing is.”
to be empty, to be full, to be empty again- this is our breath – good nature;
the cycle uv death in the winter, to arrive
at sum new more natural thing- so let the air out baby- depress urself!
happy winter nose dripping, depressing, spring cleaning,
ps. i am singing to press the air outa me,
and it is fun!