I Am A Baby Bear

I am a baby bear.

Holy mama, where do you go? In the forest burning light. One day I'll pour sweet milk into your mouth.

Winter is for dreaming. The thoughts you have when you stay late in bed are important. Your bedsheets are the surface of a pool. You can drive into those waters. The veil between waking life and the dreamtime is thin at this type of year. Don't grind your gears and exhaust your poor spirit. Listen to the inherited wisdom of the natural world. Stop trying now. Slow down.

Ideate.

Winter is for ideation. Become a fugus. Extend your roots deep into the ground.
Communicate quietly. Share resources. Move silently.