In the first hour of the of the Winter Solstice, I am wrapped in my warm fleece blanket which is the color of turmeric, the spice that makes curry yellow. The flat is quiet, all I can hear is my breath. The night air coming through the window is cold, the streets below are quiet. Beams of light are peaking in as the curtain sways, the moon is proud.

As if a thousand layers have been peeled back to reveal my soul, I am present with myself. The energy running through my veins is wild and electric. As if a blocked meridian line just opened in my body. Wonderful sensations, I wish I could bottle them, cork them and share them with you.

Liberation sweeps over me on a grand scale... I don't understand it, but I like the way it feels.


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Art work by Jessica A.