12 Days of Corona...Dear Corona, Day 8.

Day 8

Dearest Corona.

Today I’m going to be really nice. You have the ability to bring out my bad side bit today I’m in charge. After all I’m a strong independent woman. I’m beginning to imagine you like an old crone so after today that’s what I’m calling you.

If you’re not sure what that means look it up, it means an ugly old woman. it’s a rather powerful feeling imagining you like that …weak and miserable.

I on the other hand am feeling strong and positive. I woke up this morning feeling really safe and warm and uplifted.

You see I had a lovely dream, [wine free]. It was as if the earth spoke to me.

I was walking in my local woods, the birds were singing louder than ever, the earth beneath my feet was soft and lush and full of new shoots and buds peeping from the ground.

All of nature seemed to be shouting telling me to get out and see her beauty. She is alive and going nowhere, in fact the well-earned rest is making her bloom more than ever.

She wants everyone to see her beauty, to hear her and to say thank you.

She has been neglected for a while but bears no grudges. All she wants is for all of us to thread gently as we walk our path. To remember her beauty that is so evident now and to embrace it.

Her trees that have withstood the elements over and over again can help us. We just need to observe them as they stand tall rooted in the earth. She is full of gratitude for this opportunity to be at peace.

When she is at peace she blossoms and thrives. She is there to help us all, use her to wrap her cloak of protection around each and every one of us.

I woke then feeling peaceful, was it my imagination or were the birds at my window singing louder than ever.

I don’t think so.

Go gently on the earth dear friends.

Yours Bernie xxx