I see water and the tower. It still impresses me. It's all new. Like water I flow, like the tower I stand tall. Like water I find paths where a track doesn't go, like the tower I keep my balance.
Last summer I was down, broken, scattered, shattered. Came fall I went the opposite way and grew. Put my leafs back where they belong. I started laughing and singing and with my imperfect body I found the space I was called to occupy.
Came winter I didn't see all the snow I was hoping for. I searched for summer but it wasn't there yet. I think the skies were just holding the snowflakes for early spring. Yet I was no longer a bear and I couldn't hibernate. I was already awake and I couldn't shake the feeling that this year would be different. I waited.
Came March my new year started and with it a whole new world. She came and the snow fell. You see, I made this pact with the universe that she should have all the good things. She did. As the snowflakes fell so did the tears in my eyes. I washed it all up. Washed up my fears, washed up my rules, washed up my certainties.
Came spring I was shook. Came Easter I found saving. Not a mystical saving for the afterlife, a saving of my own path above earth. Spring melted any leftover ice I still had with a passion so hot that I got burned. Yet I had no fear anymore. Burns heal. Spring came and I was free. Learned to blossom through my own watering. My own tendering. My own caring.
Came summer again and I am me. Not broken. Mended. Shining. Bubbly. Sunny. Hot. I don't burn though. Too tender, too soft, too watery to burn. I now live, no more waiting. I see the water move and with it my story goes. I'll enjoy the warmth this time so that in the fall I can prepare for winter. I will swim and feel and cry and sing and dance. I will use my body like it was meant to be used. To occupy spaces. To be loud. To bring warmth to others. To be a tower shining bright and steady. To be water flowing in between the lines of life. It is new.
