Pot Bound
Confined and constrained,
caught up in old patterns.
Roots wrapped round and round.
Wound so tightly,
there is no room for growth
for breath
for all that might be.
What happens when my voice changes?
And no one likes me.
Can I come unbound
and just see what happens
if I reach for wonder
everyday?

“How easily we can make even the warmth and safety of family into a kind of prison. We rely on our old coping mechanisms. We become the person we think we need to be to please others. It takes willpower and choice not to step back into the confining roles we mistakenly believe will keep us safe and protected.”—Dr. Edith Eva Eger, The Choice

 

I could have stayed in this place all day long.
Watching families choose a Christmas tree. Making wreaths from fresh greenery. Hiking. Sipping cider.
Catching the beauty before it fades away. These are the gifts of the season.