My skin is cracking from the cold

My skin is cracking from the cold,
my body longing for the heat of the summer,
the nourishing warmth of the sun.

Cracking, even though I was born to the North,
longing, even though the winter here is mild.

Yet another gentle reminder of how the body speaks to us,
how where we come from doesn't define us &
how longings can be magical compasses guiding us toward something better,
freer,
softer,
something more fitting to our whole.

So,

I find myself

Longing for a life in the tropics,
the humid heat of the jungle,
crystal clear waters -
where you’re tied to the present,

feel the heartbeat of the earth under your feet,
become one with nature,
the shifting skies.

Where you dance with the sunset
and listen to the long-forgotten stories the sea carries to the shore with the rising sun.

Longing for home away from home,
the refuge of the wild,
the wild and free paradise life.

Yours with a heart full of summer,

Ida.