The Dream
A hedged garden.
Weather, raged
is rolling in.
I shout, in warning
I curl
the wind
bawls overhead.
The Meaning
weather
I sense disruption before it breaks. I warn, not to control, but to prepare.
curling
I withdraw into instinct. I don’t confront, I don’t outrun, I survive by yielding until it’s safe to stand again.
What Lingers…
What if retreat isn’t weakness, but the most powerful form of retaliation?
What if sensing a shift is its own kind of power?
Marginalia
There are many ways to deal with stressors. We can fight, flight, fawn, freeze or, as I’m learning more about, I can simply remove my energy as a conscious choice instead of a visceral reaction rooted in learned reflexive coping. There’s something quite soothing in knowing where my boundaries lie. I’m learning that not every storm that blows, needs or deserves my energy.
