Winter

“Winter” by Philip Dodson

Winter

Crunch crunch crunch
Across the icy field
Sinking into the soft snow below
The bite of the cruel wind

The sun glints off the crust
The deer sneaks through the forest
The robin’s red breast against the white
The chill of the cold

Yet here we are
Winter is another new beginning
The death that leads to life
Spring will come

Buds will bloom again
For now, enjoy now
The cold is beautiful
The ice is fresh
Winter wow, love it

We are what we are

We are what we are right now. Our level of consciousness is what it is.

We can, of course, make ourselves feel bad by looking back into the unreal past and think what we could have done better. But we didn’t, so why look back?

Then we can say ‘by this time, I’ll be…’ and then create stress and resistance by projecting into the unreal future, where most often lies psychological fear for us. We will believe that this and that will happen as a consequence of doing or not doing, or maybe what the weather might do, or the government, or some virus will get us.

The thing is, now is our real life and instead of thinking about our life, we can actually be life in this moment and do. The thing is it is always better to just do and not think.

Accept ourselves always for what we are now and not what we might have been or could or should be. That thinking always brings suffering. Enjoying life by creating experiences right now is why we are here not to spend time in pain within our thoughts.