solstice to solstice [w.2-13]

my response to the winter word bare.

i thought i'd take a photo of my bare skin on the beach or a stem striped bare by the winter air, dead and gone maybe hibernating. however, this week surprised me. entering a new year, a fresh clean slate before me, my spirit was laid bare. in my personal journal making wishes, setting goals. looking at the parts of me that are dead choosing to release them. dead and gone. digging into the pieces of me that are just hibernating, brushing them off, setting intention, motivated to take action. inspired to thrive.