My Foe Is Me
I’m okay with the earth sleeping in the winter. I can take a break from foliage, petals, colors, but when the skies stay gray day after day, it gets tough. I don’t want to go out the door. A meeting to attend. I’m going, you understand, but I struggle with myself. I need a new voice in my head! I need to say “Thank you” and “Welcome!” to God and to the sun. (Both are out there, whether I can find them or not.) I make up my mind to leave the victim voice (in my head) at home.