I love honey. It’s one of my go to snacks on the trail for a quick hit of energy. And in my tea, I’m heavy handed in both my honey and lemon administration. No regrets. 

But I love the flavor. I love bright vibrant flavors, colors, boldness. Wrap me in sunshine, lavender, and bright amber hews and I’m on cloud nine.

My life is bland at the moment, flavorless and monotone. Stagnation in a pit I’ve dug myself. Like the lemmings, I should build a stairway up and out, but to where? Where will I be when I crawl out into the light once more? Does it matter? As long as there is light and sun and warmth on my skin once more?

And then there’s the matter of that set of stairs. Can someone throw down the wood, the nails? I might be able to get out without a hammer, but if one was thrown down, I wouldn’t throw it back out of this pit of stagnation.

For once I have the energy to build myself out, but I’m missing the tools and materials. I need help. I need the mountains’ help. I need my prayer rope’s help. I need Sarah Vaughn’s help. I need the help of a simplistic week in the woods. I need my nephew’s giggle and my niece’s smile.

I need you. Help me build myself out of this pit into the light. 

2/18/2019