So Angie Writes – Life's A Challenge, So Angie Writes!

So Angie Writes – Life's A Challenge, So Angie Writes!

Trauma Recovery – Shame Resilience – Self-Compassion – Coping With Chronic Pain

Count Your Blessings

December 24, 2013 | 2 Comments

It can be quite difficult, at a time of year when the landscape between lack and plenty be so wide, to count your blessings. When Poverty leaves footprints in the snow that dusts your crumbling steps, you shiver, yet you try. You light candles in windows, the glass crusty with Inside-Frost. Even Ice sneaks in, at times. Indoor-Ice.

Beans sewn into old flannel are laid, like offerings, at the feet of The Draftsmen. They sneer wickedly, slowing their seep, only so slightly. They let you think you’ve some power against their determined malice. You amuse them.

The mailbox is full of Doom Envelopes. These tricksters are dressed up this time of year, with sprigs of holly in their lapels. You collect them, momentarily smiling at the fest. Then you sink beneath their dead-weight.

“Oh, it’s just you, all dressed up for The Holidaze. I’ll tend to you in the New Year, I promise. Just wait until this Lack withdraws.”

Yes, the Winter Wind blows trials so far up your face that your tears and snot form icicles. Your soul recoils from The Freeze.

But wait.

There is a stirring in your chest and a stinging at your eye. A visitor has arrived at your gut-hearth. It is Empathy. She’s brought with her, a dear friend- Shared Humanity. Oh these lovely dolls, so warm and soft! They glow with heartbeats of lava. They shimmer with stardust that swishes across dusty floors, collecting in puddles at your very feet.

“Darling friends! You are so welcome here!”

You crack your breast-bone and invite them within. They slip so easily into dark caverns. Tendrils of goodness wrap ’round your life-source, like tightly woven okay-ness. You inhale as if breath itself has been in short supply. You exhale with an energy that sweeps cobwebs from corners, and defrosts panes.

Oh preciousness of life! Full of want, aware of lack. Longing, aching, pricking, bleeding, knowing, needing, groveling, keeping. Oh lives fully lived, fully felt! Marvel in this existence, which even in the most desperate of times, is an Improbable Sacredness. Divine.

*Welcome, Winter! I’m finding my voice, and writing with Amanda and others during the holiday season. You can see the prompts here, and it’s never too late to join in! –

FB Comments

2 people are talking about “Count Your Blessings

    • Angie

      I usually have no idea what I’m going to write when I sit down and look at my December prompt. Today I was actually scared that this story wouldn’t have that hopeful upswing. I was glad when it revealed itself as I was sitting in the hair salon waiting on the kids! I typed it up on my phone then added it to the post I’d started at home on my laptop. Thank you for reading! <3

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: