https://www.brigantesenglishwalks.com/wpixbbvg8s This post is the second in my photo/story series on my journey of healing and recovery. See the introduction and complete series at go site My Healing Journey.

https://getdarker.com/editorial/articles/leupon0h95p Boarded Window © 2011 Bo Mackison
go “Everything can be taken from a man but one thing: the last of the human freedoms—to choose one’s attitude in any given set of circumstances, to choose one’s own way.” ~ https://guelph-real-estate.ca/vudxph1m4y Viktor E Frankl,in Man’s Search for Himself
https://www.elevators.com/f6kchflh Cold.
follow link Winter.
https://mocicc.org/agricultura/udsf9aq7b8 This barrier, a solid barrier.
No light, no sunshine, no blue skies,
nothing natural except the brittle vines.
Tramadol Online Legal Impenetrable barrier.
The frozen exterior the world perceives.
The bushes are skeletal in their winter bareness.
follow link Dead vines cling to the bricks,
hang from the window’s edge,
collect in piles on the ledge.
By Tramadol Online The decorative bricks offer some respite,
though the window is covered with boards.
But wait, it’s been patched neatly, with blue painted boards.
Boarded closed, but with care,
Is there something inside worth protecting?
And the vines?
Dead for now, but the hidden roots,
alive, are protected under snowy depths,
warm enough in the warm earth.
These roots will send forth newly alive green shoots in the spring.
This phase, the deep winter of my spirit-break –
a period of dormancy.
A winter phase waiting for the thaw and spring’s return.
— based on journal entries, 1990
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The second barrier correlates to the time when I became unable to function, to keep up with life’s day-to-day expectations and demands. It was as if I constructed a barrier much like this one deep in my interior, providing myself with space and time, waiting for the passage of winter and spring’s thaw.
It was a time of silent waiting.
Next: No Escape