The Warmth

In the Wintertime in norCal by the Bay when the fog lays low and heaters run off and on most of the day, hoodies get worn while socks get dug out, I remember warmth in all its wonderful forms. The warmth of apple cider tricking down my throat and of Christmas morning arriving too soon and leaving even sooner. The fuzzy warm feeling of home and of family and food, the warmth therein gives my heart space peace and gratitude expanding beyond this world. The warmth of friends reminds me that we are never alone nor are forgotten and are loved, so loved. The warmness of self love moves me to move and breathe in new ways. The new decade is upon us and a new us, me, must emerge from the ashes of the warmth.